Poem based on All Saints Matthew 5:1-12

In a world that is often cruel

I find myself on the outs

Not making the buck

(Blessed are you)

not having the things

I am told I must have

To be me

(Blessed are you)

and in the fast flowing lanes of this world

I am often in the slow lane

Stopping occasionally to smell the flowers

And see the creation

God had made

(Blessed are you)

and when the bus stops

and I never get the good seat

because I am helping someone who is having trouble

with old age

or weak limbs

I wonder at those who do

(Blessed are you)

---- and Christ said

---- let the little children come onto me

---- and forbid them not

---- for to such belongs the Kingdom of God

(Blessed are you)