Tenth Beatitude

He was just pushing chairs

At the Conference

As the delegates

Chatted and smiled

And his glance

Scarcely ventured upward

For He’d had the job

But a short while.

And the details

Seemed soothingly simple

Seat the bunch

Help with Lunch

Clean the hall.

Would he last?

In the past

There’d  been problems

And the bottle

Behind every one.

He would strive

For the simplest

Of blessings:

“Here’s your pay

Next shift Friday

Job well done.”

…Job well done

Been so long

Since he heard it.

Job well done

Just a menial task.

But the joy

Kept him “dry”

For one more day.

Seemed the Good Lord

Had heard, when he asked.

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