Beautitudes
Blessed are the cottonwood seeds, they care not which way they fly.
Blessed are the hawthornes, producing sweet joy in May.
Blessed are the winds, bringing new seasons.
Blessed are the rains, watering the dry places.
Blessed are the clouds.
Blessed are you, when you find your home here on earth.
When your very breath is a guide.
When you and your children are free to be yourselves.
Blessed is the world and everything in it.
Blessed are the empty vessels, they shall forever be filled.
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Blessed are they that mourn, for they shall be comforted.
They shall be like a tree standing by the water.
They shall be like a well, drawing deep.
They shall be like a child in a womb.
They shall be forever changed by sadness.
They shall be made golden.
They shall walk in green pastures breathing the very breath of God.
L. McCauley
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