~ Blessed Are the Pure in Heart ~

Blessed are the pure in heart. 
So often we are told 
Of saints whose names and daily deeds 
Inscribed in books of gold 
Are certain to be seeing God 
In well-rewarding joy - 
But when I see the pure in heart 
I see a little boy. 

He shins up trees and barks on his knees, 
Has lizards in a box; 
He loves to read of dinosaurs, 
Collects bright-colored rocks. 
His grubby hands are gentle 
On the coats of dogs and birds, 
And he has a quiet wisdom in naivete of words. 

I listen to his little prayers 
At night with quiet joy - 
And when I hear the pure in heart 
I hear a little boy. 
He hasn't reached the age as yet 
To question and to doubt; 
He gravely takes his mother's words, 
And that's what life's about. 

Each day is gold, a shining thing 
Without a wrong alloy - 
And when I hold the pure in heart 
I hold a little boy. 

© Gwen Belson Taylor
Used With Permission
Courtesy of  Dr.Chadwick's Church Ministry Site

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