Beatitude people

If we do not transform our pain, we will most assuredly transmit it." —Richard Rohr.

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The images flutter on the TV screen

Websites throw headlines in our faces

Designed to shock, and even mislead

We look around us and see anger and bitterness

We hear people who should know better ridicule an aging Senator

Who deserves better

We witness violence in our streets

Violence in our homes

We hear people once friends eviscerate each other

This is America

This is the World

Trump, ISIS

Turkey

Terror in London

It takes its toll

Unless we disassociate our selves

It hits us where it hurts

Not our in pocketbooks

But in our souls

We not only carry love in our hearts

We carry pain as well

And pain like love must be expressed

Love trapped, dies

Pain trapped grows

And if we do not find a way to transform it

Into compassion, forgiveness generosity

It becomes the gift that keeps on giving

And pain begets pain

Violence, violence

Hate, hate

This the is the Good News

When the Sacred is awake

And prowling through our souls

Pain is transformed

And we become,

Beatitude People

“Blessed are the poor in spirit, for theirs is the kingdom of heaven.

“Blessed are those who mourn, for they will be comforted.

“Blessed are the meek, for they will inherit the earth.

“Blessed are those who hunger and thirst for righteousness, for they will be filled.

“Blessed are the merciful, for they will receive mercy.

“Blessed are the pure in heart, for they will see God.

“Blessed are the peacemakers, for they will be called children of God.

“Blessed are those who are persecuted for righteousness’ sake, for theirs is the kingdom of heaven.

We have a choice

To nurture pain and be part of the problem

Or to transform pain

And be part of the solution

What is it going to be?