“Blessed are the merciful”

A billion years of pummeling surf,

Shipwrecking seachanges and Jonah storms

Make ungiving, unforgiving granite

Into this analgesic beach:

Washed by sea-swell rhythms of mercy,

Merciful relief from city

Concrete. Uncondemned, discalceate,

I’m ankle deep in Assateague sands,

Awake to rich designs of compassion

Patterned in the pillowing dunes.

Sandpipers and gulls in skittering,

Precise formation devoutly attend

My salt and holy solitude,

Then feed and fly along the moving

Imprecise ebb- and rip-tide

Border dividing care from death.

…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 care. At the moment of being ‘care-full,’ you find yourselves cared for.