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Blessings

I have trouble with the word blessings.
Always have.
Not even sure what the word really means, really.

I know when I feel happy, I feel blessed?
Like the time the earth stopped, and I had an idea, an idea I could feel.
Or the time I could speak, without regard for words.
I know when I feel like shit, I feel cursed?
Like those times I could only, only feel regret.
The times I felt guilty for not feeling blessed.

I think I do know this,
Blessings is a good word.
I word that should be free,
felt without obligation.

love loosed

a served cord

an ancient bind

the reluctant hand shake

oh oh dark mirrors

shattered tablets

a small bird and a little fire,

tired laws, fall.

freedom of Love.

The blessings

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p style="text-align: center;">The Blessings. -a simple liturgy-

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p style="text-align: center;">Blessed are the poor in spirit, for theirs is the kingdom of heaven.
Forgive us our religious arrogance.
Blessed are those who mourn, for they will be comforted.
Have mercy on us when we turn a blind eye, to the hurting.
Blessed are the meek, for they will inherit the earth.
Open our eyes to this upside down kingdom.
Blessed are those who hunger and thirst for righteousness, for they will be filled.
Save us from the jesus machine, our soul’s long for more than carbonated sweet jesus.
Blessed are the merciful, for they will be shown mercy.
Help us die to our delusional ideas of justice.
Blessed are the pure in heart, for they will see God.
Cleanse our minds.
Blessed are the peacemakers, for they will be called sons of God.
Awaken us to the art of reconciliation in our world.
Blessed are those who are persecuted because of righteousness, for theirs is the kingdom of heaven.
Disturb us least we forget your hope filled, yet subversive gospel.

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p style="text-align: center;">Lord, we long for your kingdom fulfilled and grant us mercy in the way.

Amen

The Egypt of the Mind

In here it's constricted

I feel enslaved

It's a small place with a cruel ruthless task master

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In here it's enclosed

I feel protected

It's a massive city with impenetrable walls that reach to the sky

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In here it's my soul

I feel small

It's my world my assumptions my teaching my tradition and my god

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I can't hack this and I'm having trouble breathing

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In here it's a whisper

I feel hope

It's a prison a cubical a pew with the anticipation of something glorious

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In here it's searching

I feel excited

It's a race with the sound of a piercing gun shot

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In here it's exodus

I feel free

It's a place of rebirth renewal and faith