Wednesday, September 13, 2017

Blessed Are You

Wednesday September 13th - Saint John Chrysostom, Bishop and Doctor of the Church
Luke 6:20-26

Blessed are you who are poor

He who has but little,
In gift or in desire,
Surely shall inherit all,
When body moves up higher.
His life will have been spent,
In loving not the earth,
But in God alone his peace,
In God alone his worth.

Blessed are you who hunger

The man who seeks for justice,
And for his daily bread,
Will find a heavenly reward,
In being justly fed.
The stomach and the mind,
Groan to seek their fill,
On earth the quest is all for nought,
But eternity both fulfill.

Blessed are you who are now weeping

The tears of man flow down,
In a never ending stream,
Longing for a peace,
That with eyes of faith is seen.
The terror of the night,
And death that walks the land,
Shall disappear in our true home,
Never again to haunt a man.

Blessed are you when people hate you

The wrath of men unmoved,
By grace or thought or deed,
Cast insult and hate,
Blood spilled becomes the seed.
The beast or the gallows,
Mockery before a crowd,
Will all be blessing in the end,
So rejoice in your reward.

"The waters have risen and severe storms are upon us, but we do not fear drowning, for we stand firmly upon a rock. Let the sea rage, in cannot break the rock. Let the waves rise, they cannot sink the boat of Jesus. What are we to fear? Death? Life to me means Christ, and death is gain. Exile? The earth and its fullness belong to the Lord. The confiscation of our goods? We brought nothing into this world, and we shall surely take nothing from it. I have only contempt for the world's threats, I find its blessings laughable. I have no fear of poverty, no desire for wealth. I am not afraid of death nor do I long to live, except for your good."
- Saint John Chrysostom

More poetry by James M. Hahn available in The Last Dragon and other Poems, available November 2017

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