Happy are we
when our treasures cannot be quantified.

Happy are we
when our knowledge is tempered by mystery. Happy are we
when our pain is held in the balm of love.

Happy are we
when our delight comes from beyond ourselves.

Confession
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Blessed are we when we let go of possessions
for the kingdom of God unfolds in open places.

Woe to us when we gather into barns
for soon this life will be over

Blessed are we who know the ache of hunger
for the empty places in body and soul are the fertile soil for new growth.

Woe to us who fill our lives to capacity
for we fail to recognize what is missing.

Blessed are we who know sorrow
for the ache of love lost is witness to the seed planted.

Woe to us who have yet to know the pain of grief
for the fullness of love is woven with sorrow.

Blessed are we who know scorn
for the rejection of humans keeps us mindful of that beyond.

Woe to us who depend on the approval of others
for to dance with Spirit appears foolish.

Blessed are we who live in the harmony of life in the Spirit,
For we will recognize abundance. Amen.

Inspired by Luke 6 – K. Hawker, 2004