Blessed are those who sing our blessings
that we might know something of Divine’s joy
Blessed are those who midwife their own birth
that they might know the power of existence
Blessed are those who survive
receiving not virtue but strength
Blessed are those who write the stories
that we might know who we are
Blessed are the angry
for they shall keep us honest
Blessed are the kind
for we in much need of kindness
Blessed is the laughter
for the laughter will see us through much
Blessed are those who stand at the margins
slapping the torpor out of the rest – how I hate to own it – of us
Blessed are those who dance
oh, so, so blessed are those who dance
Thank you Beth!
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