On The Broken And Transcended Poem by Brian Taylor

On the broken and transcended
the Light shines brightest
having more shadows to contend with
mended.

On the dead and transcended
the Light shines clearest,
there is least of all there to contend with
tended.

Blessed are the Beatitudes
for they bring rest unto the people.
If any of the people will look
past newspaper platitudes
into a meaningful book.

Blessed are the clear
for their lives are refutations
of the mumble and fumble you hear,
are humble revelations
of a world they're incredibly near.

Blessed are those who think before they speak
and care not who's around to hear,
are something more than just another leak
in the human plumbing gear.

Blessed are those who keep their message short,
whose lives say more than anything they've taught,
who think straight thoughts.