You broke my mind and spirit, why, I can't be sure,
I nursed my heart in sadness; blessed are the poor.
I cannot stand your presence, withered by your scorn,
You hurt me with your madness; blest are they that mourn.
We never had a friendship, kinship was too weak,
Where there's no love or kindness, blessed are the meek.
The Lord said this of curses, the speaker is defiled,
The blind don't see their blindness; blest are the reviled.
You broke my heart already, don't make me grieve again,
You showed me all my weakness; blessed is the pain.
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Written April 4th, 2004
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Glad you're better, my Friend...it takes some Time, but it is possible to recover from something as horrid as this...Good luck, Sweetheart...I just entered, as well...a Friend sent me the link about 30 minutes ago...had I seen so many of my Friends entered, I probably wouldn't have...some awesome talent on this one, eh? TTYL, MG...continue to be well, my Friend...
Wanda
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Not to worry, Wanda, it's all water under the bridge now. You are so sweet and supportive, and I have many friends, better sisters than I ever had before.
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I'm so sorry, MG...I do hear you...wish I didn't... Wanda
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Thank you, I am glad that it worked for you!
Good luck judging, there are fabulous poems entered here.
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Wow, this was really good. I really enjoyed reading this. I can relate so much with this. I loved it. Thanks for entering... and for following the rules (I can't even begin to count how many people don't follow the rules grr...
) Keep up the great work and best of luck to you in the contest!!! Take care.
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I normally don't read this type of poetry, but decided to based on a hilarious comment. I am greatly delighted that I found a poem of such high caliber from such a silly way. Life works mysteriously to get you places that you have never been, and will always want to return to. I love the poem, and I love the way you incorparated ye olde language.
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This is one of my Bookmarked favourites of yours, Margaret
I remember being bowled over the first time I read it.
Exquisite use, understanding and personalized interpretation of Christ's Beatitudes.
~ Gennelle
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Thanks Gen. I preserved it for you.
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fabulous
I think that you did a great job on this piece. You showed real emotion in the poem. The flow and rhyme scheme are just fabulous too.
I can relate to the feelings in this as I have suffered from depression for a long time. Best of luck in this contest. I feel that this piece is trophy worthy. My only suggestion would be that you need to go back into your authors comments and add : Reign.
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Mary Anne -
its a decent poem, but i don't really like the line"blessed are the poor" it doens't fit the rest of the poem. i don't care for "blest are they that mourn" i guess i really don't like the blest/blessed lines. i think it could use some work to become an excellent poem. okay write, but i think you can do better. you have a lot of potential! good luck in the future.
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Wow, I'm sorry, some people just find depression too hard to understand, some people just don't want to understand. I've been there, I am there and my heart goes out to you. I am so glad to read in your author's comment that you have recovered and yet it saddens me that a person once within your life is no longer there, but you know it could be and probably is for the best
You need people that will be positive and support you through the bad and good, and I wish you the very best in life 
---Sara
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wow. This is powerful, and yet it retained the purity that always come across in your poetry. It is amazing the way you were able to put such a spin on the beatitudes. It is sad that such pain has to come from people who we love- that is the worst part. And yet our own goodness remains in the end and is what pulls us through! Thanks for telling me about this.
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Thank you, I'm much, much better!
This poem comes from my obsessive thinking, round and round about how people hurt each other and who's the evil one, the abuser or the victim? It comes down to both; one for doing, the other for accepting. My recovery began when I decided that I was thinking 'way too much about things that were said and done.
Thank you for your praise, this was a therapeutic poem!
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As Magic Lady said i loved the spiritual part of it. I thought it was a great write and i have hardly anything to say cause it was awesome!!!!!!
Good Luck and dont forget to comment on other people's poems!! Or even mine *hint hint*
Blessed Be and Merry Part
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I too suffer from depression....doing much better now, thank you. I hope you are too. I'll be darned if I know exactly when it started, but I sure think I know. This is a great piece, thanks for sharing it. You wrote so beautifully. Love the spiritual part of it. Cheryl
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OMG!! Goosebump-shivers - heart-leaps - humbled by your eloquence - speechless - and in awe!!
~ Gennelle
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The Sermon on the Mount is one of my favorite sections of scripture. I really enjoyed your retelling of the beatitude part. Always good to be reminded that man's ways are not God's ways!
Jennifer -
Very good poem. I just got home from school so sorry im commenting late. x.x anyway, good job. thanks for entering. I enjoyed this poem.
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When we are in love we blind our selves, unable or unwilling to perceive or understand "Blind to a lover's faults", as Blind we are in love we can not see what is there render the unable to see... , take care
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this is really cool, the flow was great and the entire thing was really neat
Brooke
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Amazing.
I will agree with your comment on...hehe...your own poem: Hymns are some of the greatest literature of the Milenium. No, make that plural. Some of the finest writing I've read is in utmost and complete praise of the Lord. And yours, my friend, is pretty fine. It's kinda funny to think of it that way, "bless'd is the pain". For it is pain that causes us to be meek, mourning, poor, humble, and others. Yet God shows mercy on those that feel pain and mourning and humility. I like this one, very very much. -
My dear TJ, I am humbled and honoured at the same time! How curious it feels! Thank you for your applause and praise.
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Most Excellent Poetry!
I cannot stand your presence,
Withered by your scorn,
You hurt me with your madness,
Blessed are they that mourn.
I've read this 3 times already, I felt
great sadness, hopefulness, understanding,
and most of all, Humbleness. I might be wrong,
But no matter Peaseeker, I think this one
might be your Master Piece!! Big Hugs Lady!
Most Excellent Poetry!!!
Yertweetyness
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Awesome
very well done. this piece is awesome, and the rhyming is done so well. great topic to, i really liked this, though i think it kinda lacks the hopeful part to it. the entire time seems sad, and at the end of a every line u get a little bit of hope in bein blessed, but u don't really come face to face with hopew in this poem. but awesome job, and keep at it, u r an awesome writer. -
You were right and do like this piece. It is a very well written poem with a wonderful flow. I am addicted to the aabb rhyme scheme and can't seem to get away from it but I like how this flows. I can relate all to well the words you say as well.
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Excellent
Today I am feeling like my own worst enemy so I read this with two different perspectives working in my present. Looks like someone needs to do some positive affirmatons and that someone is me. I needed to read this today and do some personal inventory. This poem flows smoothly from beginning to end and is quite well crafted from Title to its end.
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This is a very creative and beautiful piece. Definitely something I needed to read today...thanks for sharing.
Sam
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Many thanks for your praise and applause. Oops! thanks for noticing the typo! My sense of rhythm and rhyme come quite naturally from singing hymns; some of the greatest literature of the millenium.
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Magnificent! Good poetry and good religion.
Dear Peaseeker:
Magnificent! 15 years ago when I used to go to Sloan Wilson’s literary salons at his house we both observed that too much of religious poetry is not only bad poetry, but also bad religion. Yours is neither. You have a rich modern take on the beatitudes, and the rhymes are not at all forced -- they fall quite delicately upon the ear. I'm very impressed with this piece. The scansion is also a model of perfection -- my guess is you read a lot of poetry -- Crazy Kit Marlowe and Wild Will Shakespeare are great for building up the inner sense of iambic music and its variants.
Only one correction, I think:
"You showed my all my weakness," is probably meant as
You showed me all my weakness,
I must return to my work. I entered a contest finally but will probably feel a few stings because the attitude expressed about United State's policy is not the prevalent one.
Congratulations on a fine poem and Peace,
passionvine
btw -- this is the season of my favorite flower and name sake. Although I don’t think the wild passion flower grows up your way.
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