The pure in heart
“Blessed are the pure in heart for they
Shall see God.” How can a heart be pure?
Pollution in rivers we filter away
So we can drink from fountains clean and clear.
The human heart is vain and filled with rot.
Nothing I do can wash up its messes.
I am not pure of heart. Will I see God?
There are such folks and them he blesses.
He sees them shining round him. It baffles me.
On my own terms I want to see my Lord,
Not as he says, in others, I want to see
His face, to worship him forevermore,
The font of crystal waters that I crave—
It’s my Impurities I want to save.