EOTM: Blessed are the Meek
At the end of last year I launched a series called Experiment on the Mount, an attempt to take a fresh look at the beatitudes. As promised here is the second. I'll be scattering poetry, short stories, paintings, photos, maybe some greek translation here and there. Most of these will be outside contributions. Sarah Garber lives in Westbrookeville, New York. While I've never met her in person, we've been collaborating via Sacred Cow Magazine. Since I have thoroughly enjoyed her poetry for the magazine, I asked her to put this little piece together.
If you aren't much into poetry, if it feels lofty, pretentious, or intentionally abstract to you, just think of it like a good riddle. If you don't understand a word, feel free to look it up (I had to look up a couple myself). The most important thing I've learned about poetry is: read it slow and read it again. Wash, rinse, repeat I suppose. Believe me, wrapped up in the best poetry are the most profound truths.
Blessed are the Meek, for they will inherit the earth. Matthew 5:5
The meek said to the earth, “What am I to do with you? Your shifting tectonic plates smash earthquakes through our cities, Thrusting mountains spit out rocky off-sloughings, Appalling oceans shelter toothy monsters in unfathomable valleys. Your boreal forests, river deltas, arid steppes are too much for me, to say nothing of the plodding, flying, swimming, crawling, living masses caked upon your skin. Must I inherit your ungainly bulk and multiplied sorrow? Would that my father had left me something more manageable-- Say, a glimpse of his face or a good meal, perhaps.