blessed are those who hunger

Blessed are those who hunger,
Who feel a rumble and a stirring,
The spirit recognising a lack,
A need, but what quite for?

From others we hear, 'Be ye righteous,
Perfection is the condition for the blessing.'
But try as I might, my nature weighs like millstones,
And all I can muster is a longing for virtue,
For righteousness beyond sugary satisfaction.

But contrary as is Your irony,
You make righteousness the gift and grace,
And a longing for it our only requirement.
So in seeking we are ever aware of our lack,
And in Your promise to fill and fulfill,
We are led into the paradox that is a wonder,
Our blessing: always longing, always filled.

Matt. 5: 6

sč
Singapore, September 20th, 2007