Poem For The Sunday Lectionary (Epiphany 4, Yr A)

(Matthew 5: 1-12)

These words a path
that winds to flowing streams
These words the stream
that grows to form a sea
the sea of kindness
in whose depths there gleams
becoming what we’re meant to be.

These words the soil
in which new life may root
These words the roots
from which grows a tree
a tree of peace
whose healing fruit
holds the seeds to set loving free.

These words the rays
that bring the newness of dawn
These words the dawn
that flames into day
the day of rejoicing
with the singer and song
whose words are life, and truth, and way.

Copyright ©2017 by Andrew King

Poem For The Sunday Lectionary (Epiphany 4)

(Matthew 5: 1-12)

The grieving widower sat at the restaurant table.
His wife of 43 years had died
the previous week.
The young couple at the next table
were strangers to him,
but somehow
they reminded him of happiness
he and his wife had long shared.

The widower signalled to the waitress.
The bill for the couple’s meal
was delivered to the widower’s table.

On a napkin he wrote a note.
He told of dining alone
for the first time in 43 years.
He wrote
that paying for their meal
would put a smile on his wife’s face
and make him happy, too.
And he wished them a happy new year.

There was the kingdom of heaven.

For blessed are the merciful, the meek.
Blessed are the peacemakers, the pure.
Blessed are those who mourn
yet whose ongoing love
comforts themselves and others.
And blessed are those whose joy
in doing right creates
nourishment in this hungering world.

Theirs is the kingdom of heaven.

They’re the kingdom of heaven.

(By the way, this story is true.)