The New What’s Going On Blog has set as its theme the topic of “weariness”. A feeling familiar to all of us who have trouble dealing with modern days and the worldwide status quo… All of us who feel desperate, despondent, frustrated, downhearted, miserable, and yes downright exhausted and weary. Fatigued in spite of all of our attempts to right the wrongs, and make the crooked straight. My poem gives perhaps a little rest, respite and blessings to all of the dog-tired humanity who still try to make the injured world a better place, despite all odds…
Blessed Are They…
Who in adversity find hope,
And who in hardship cope
With endless woe and ill –
Who out of blackness, light distill.
Who even in injury forgive,
Finding courage to live and let live.
In meekness, their strength’s untold
They stand tall, resolute and bold.
Who have the energy to love
Even all those unworthy of
A sentiment so noble, tender;
Their own heart ready to surrender.
Who trust and still believe
All those who seek reprieve;
Who credit all of base humanity
With virtues that preserve sanity.
Who strive for peace and calm
And who on injuries pour balm;
Giving repose to all who are tired,
The sweetest respite they’ve desired.
Who make the crooked run straight
And the trivial things be great;
Who have humility, patience, charity
Giving their all with grace and verity.
Oh Nicholas that's really beautiful and empowering and something to strive for. I do but I am just too human ha-ha I need just a bit more practice, but this could be a mission
ReplyDeleteWow, Nick, I needed this poem. Yes, blessed are they........ We can't forget those who still work for the good. We have to remember them when we are feeling weary and down-hearted & try to be among the people who are the "blessed" of this troubling world!
ReplyDeleteBlessed are they indeed. The ones speaking up and fighting back are my heroes..........Your poem is uplifting, reminding me that there still is hope.
ReplyDeleteHow I love this poem--the gentle flow of it, and the variety of graces any one person is able to bestow. Thank you for the reminder to hold all these worthy people in love as well as those "unworthy." (My Quaker friends insist I must find a way to love Trump. I can pity him, but haven't been able to empathize or love.)
ReplyDeleteWhat a wonderfully empowering and 'solid' poem - so tenderly written - Jae (and thank you for your kind comment at mine)
ReplyDeleteA positive inspiring poem to keep on keeping on.
ReplyDeleteI simply Love this poem, Nick. I feel we all need such flow of pure gold words to lift our heart. So, so beautiful.
ReplyDeleteI like your poem, it must be blessed in itself. Making the crooked behave and go straight likely will require a miracle for their blessings.
ReplyDeleteA prayerful poem of hope. If only the crooked could be made straight.....too many crooked in the world
ReplyDeleteThis is a prayer-poem of hope. I need to reread it.
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