Ashes

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.

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And in return, He gives me a crown of beauty.

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