“Blessed Are Those Who Mourn” (Matthew 5:4)
“Sun, moon, and stars” we make each day
Inside our heads, while hearts hold sway;
Direct our paths, drag us around –
Our pasts all present on this ground.It’s chaos here, no doubt of that –
Black, brown, and mauve wave trough’s a vat
Of life within a firmament –
A plastic bubble somehow bent –Into protective shield above,
Which gives us space to live and love –
Pin of the pinwheel; frozen sheet
Of ice on which to place our feet.This in-between is where we live –
Creative-tension’s place to give
The other life-forms all about,
As life turns visions into doubt.Lord, that is me – within that to ball;
With hair wind-blown like war and all
Those pix we saw as younger folk,
Before to life we each awoke.The sun is green; the moon’s alright,
As patch of cloud comes into sight;
The stars we make with patterned minds –
Far distant rock of different kinds.To us they’re not – they’re vision’s hope
Inspiring us, which lets us cope
With troughs twixt peaks – to peaks two to one –
More stars out there when hope seems done.Lord for this world with all its pain,
I pray this “mourn” Your words again
“Thy Kingdom come; Thy will be done
In Kingdom Yours, may all become –The vision held in heart of God
Back at the first, which seems so odd
Today within this tensioned-place
Of firmament’s creative space.Thanks Lord for this.
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