Blessed Are

 Blessed Are               ©2025JackDeremiah                            

 

Celia struts the streets in giant hats and sparkled shoes

Tommy’s worn the same toupee since nineteen ninety-two

Donnie knows the Earth is flat and promises he’s right

Blessed are the comfortable, for they have won the fight

 

Bobby mumbles poetry that won’t be understood

Jane can see the future; it just does her no good

Jimmy thinks his cape makes him invisible at night

Blessed are the unseen, for they are given sight

 

C

Don’t lend a hand to a normal man, he don’t need a thing

Befriend the different, seek the odd, and the vision that they bring

Each human is a work of art; there is no wrong or right

Blessed are the cracked, for they let in the light

 

Sean says he talked to God, and he learned everything

Lana won’t eat animals that laugh or smile or sing

Larry’s got a wooden leg, and Brenda has a beard

Blessed are the broken, for they have persevered

 

Debbie has a cart full of things that make her care

Matt leans on a mailbox with hopes to go somewhere

Young Teddy learns a lesson on every street he roams

Blessed are the lost souls, for they can guide us home

 

C

Don’t lend a hand to a normal man, he don’t need a thing

Seek the anomalous, name the anonymous, listen while they sing

Each human is a pillowed soul; there is no wrong or right

Blessed are the cracked, for they let in the light

 

 

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