“Blessed are the meek”

Moses, by turns raging and afraid,

Was meek under the thunderhead whiteness,

The glorious opacity of cloudy pillar.

Each cloud is meek, buffeted by winds

It changes shape but never loses

Being: not quite liquid, hardly

Solid, ‘in medias res’. Like me.

Yielding to the gusting spirit

All become what ministering angels

Command: sign, promise, portent.

Vigorous in image and color, oh, colors

Of earth pigments mixed with sun

Make hues, collect storms, release

Rain, filter sun in arranged

And weather measured shadows. Sunpatches.

…from “Holy Luck” …from the book, “Subversive Spirituality” …by Eugene Peterson

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…also from “The Message”: Matthew 5:

You are blessed when you’re content with just who you are–no more, no less. That’s the moment you find yourselves proud owners of everything that can’t be bought.