TUVAYHUN: II. I am Poor

I am poor, yes

I am poor in spirit.

In despair I weep for the wounded world I see,

A world of poverty, of misery,

Of loneliness profound

A world of hate, of sad division,

And of shocking cruelty,

Where trolls well-fed and liars bold

Erode our sense of shared humanity,

Setting sister against brother,

Neighbor against neighbor,

Race against race,

Faith against faith,

Nation against nation.

How long must we wait, O Lord? How long?

When will Your promised Kingdom come?

How can one NOT be poor in spirit

When lies become truth,

And Truth lies, rejected?

When saints are silenced

And villains grow mighty?

While mumbling leaders dither and look away?

Why must we wait for the coming of the Kingdom,

My sisters and my brothers?

Why must we wait, O Lord?

When one is poor in Spirit,

One is poor indeed.