Haiku for malcontents.
The poor in spirit,
Matthew tells us,
will be blessed;
God will be their
king.
Those who weep and
mourn
will receive divine
comfort;
they will know God's
peace.
Fairly
straight-forward,
so far, these
beatitudes.
Most reassuring.
The meek, we are
told
will inherit the
earth. But
it's hard to see
how.
Those who are hungry
for righteousness
and justice
will be filled. One
day.
But if they dare act
against our wealth
and power,
we will deal with
them.
Those who show mercy
will be labelled
'bleeding hearts.'
(I made that one
up.)
Those who have pure
hearts
will see God. We
will dismiss
them, call them
naive.
The makers of peace
are God's children.
They refuse
to abandon hope.
Their task is
thankless.
Dismissed as fools,
both their tears
and their smiles
persist.
Blessed are the ones
who suffer for
goodness' sake;
God will embrace
them.
They may, however,
receive no justice
on earth.
Should they be
content?
What's a blessing
worth?
Whether real or
imagined,
can it compensate?
©
Ken Rookes 2017
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