Blessed Poem by Pierre Rausch

When salt on earth shall loose it's flavor
Whichever endure, whichever endeavor
Is the city of the light set on hill
Can find such beauty to fill
Light a lamp under a basket
If it's me you ask it
Light the lost souls in a broken house
Whose master waits to find such spouse

Blessed are you my darling
Behold a candle on the parking
Play that medley I thought marking
Of such blessed darling
To be better contented
Was no longer astonished at all

One conversation in which the beloved says
It is possible that she had

For the poverty, it's the kingdom
For those who morn, for they shall be conform
The meek, who shan't inherit what they seek
To be blessed obtain mercy
Be pure in heart, for you shall be called