Blessed are the poor in spirit, for theirs is the kingdom of heaven.
When all of my pride and self-preservation meet an all-consuming fire.
When all of my jealousies are incinerated.
When all of my lusts and gluttonies yield to the flames.
When all of my greed and self-comfort go up in smoke.
When all of my fears bow to a holy torch.
All I have left are these ashes.
And in return, He gives me a crown of beauty.