Wednesday, 18 April 2012

Blessed Are the Meek

Recently, I was asked to write a short meditation on one of the Beatitudes.  This was the best I could do, cynic that I am.

Blessed Are the Meek

Blessed, you say. 


Blessed, because I stand aside while others get their way?
Blessed, because I put their needs first?
Blessed, because I can’t say ‘no’?
Blessed, because I don’t blow my own trumpet

Even though I do have a few good tunes?

Blessed are the doormats, for they shall be trodden on.

I just hope the Earth is worth it.