The Sermon On the Mount
He knew the time was nearing
When he would have to depart
So he preached his last sermon
In open space, atop an Olive Mount
He fed those present one simple meal
Made sure that they had had enough
Softly, blew the wind through the silence
Then his voice echoed throughout the valley below
For the many gathered there to hear
He knew there would be lean times
Bitter times of war and peace
The many times spirit and flesh would clash
For he had been into the future
And knew of these battles to come
And like a loving Father
Anticipating his absence from his children
Gently, he admonished them to keep the faith
Praying that each one would grasp
These way to live in the spirit
Potent ways to reach God's Kingdom
~*~
"Blessed are the poor in spirit for theirs is the Kingdom of Heaven"...
* To read the rest of the 8 Beatitudes and sermon see Matt: 5: 3 - 7 (KJV)
Copyright © Audrey Haick | Year Posted 2011
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