"When we smell another's body, it is that body that we are breathing in through our mouth and nose, that we possess instantly, as it were in its most secret substance, its own nature. Once inhaled, the smell is the fusion of the other's body and my own." -Jean-Paul Sartre
Looking back He sees it all It was her first date the night he came to call Her dad said son Have her home on time And promise me you’ll never leave her side He took her to a show in town And he was ten feet off the ground He was walking her home And holding her hand Oh the way she smiled it stole the breath right out of him Down that old road With the stars up above He remembers where he was the night he fell in love He was walking her home
Ten more years and a waiting room At half past one And the doctor said come in and meet your son His knees went weak When he saw his wife She was smiling as she said he’s got your eyes And as she slept he held her tight His mind went back to that first night He walked her through the best days of her life Sixty years together and he never left her side A nursing home At eighty-five And the doctor said it could be her last night And the nurse said Oh Should we tell him now Or should he wait until the morning to find out But when they checked her room that night He was laying by her side Oh he was walking her home And holding her hand Oh the way she smiled when he said this is not the end And just for a while they were eighteen And she was still more beautiful to him than anything He was walking her home He was walking her home Looking back He sees it all It was her first date the night he came to call
If the beatitudes were written today, they might look something like this:
Blessed are the rich, for they need not worry about money. Blessed are the famous, for the world is their oyster. Blessed are the popular, for they will never know what it is like to be truly alone. Blessed are those with good looks, for the world is undeniably superficial. Blessed are the talented, for their paths are laid out for them. Blessed are the skinny, for they can eat whatever they like. Blessed are those who know what they're doing with their lives, for the most part of us don't.
It's sad, but it's true isn't it? All of us pursue those attributes, the world has taught us to look up to those attributes. And admittedly, those attributes aren't bad - they are positive characteristics; they are definitely not a crime to possess. However, the Bible does ask us to search deeper. Here's what it says:
Blessed are the poor in spirit, for theirs is the kingdom of heaven. Blessed are those who mourn, for they will be comforted. Blessed are the meek, for they will inherit the earth. Blessed are those who hunger and thirst for righteousness, for they will be filled. Blessed are the merciful, for they will be shown mercy. Blessed are the pure in heart, for they will see God. Blessed are the peacemakers, for they will be called sons of God. Blessed are those who are persecuted because of righteousness, for theirs is the kingdom of heaven.
Now who can feel blessed despite being poor in spirit? Who can feel blessed in spite of their mourning? It's a tough call, but it is possible with God's love.