And Blessed

And Blessed

(“Blessed be Abram by God Most High, Creator of heaven and earth.” Genesis 14:19)

And blessed be the Lamb,
the One that was slain;
and blessed be the ones
who
follow with faith their only weapon,
love their battle-cry.

They have no enemies of their own making,
they capture no land,
they are pilgrims whose feet are beautiful upon
the mountains,
whose lips speak no deceit,
whose pens bleed the ink of their own wounds
and write of healing to the nations.

They do not long for better days,
nor predict the end of the earth,
they speak of grace that fills the valleys
and mercy that flows from the peaks.
They drink the wine of reconciliation,
eat the bread of perfect peace.

Yet some call them jaded for turning from violence to hope,
others insist Satan has trapped them when they do not bow
to the placards of hate.
They have embraced life,
and held it with compassionate arms.

They know wars are on the horizons,
they see the storms as well;
they know poverty and falsehood may
have their way again.

But they have followed the Lamb not the Warrior,
they have seen Him Die to Win. And having seen the
Creator
emptied,
they no longer fill themselves with human decay.