Blessed are those

Blessed are the faithful bored, for they shall rise from thick mud and fly.

Blessed are those who walk vivisected, for their crucifixions will resign to deaths that lead to life.

Blessed are those who cry out in horror while waking up in the belly of religious hypocrisy, for they shall grow to love truth with all of their being. 

Blessed are those who discover the double-heart of quasi-conventions, for they shall doubt and grieve until they find true faith.

Blessed are those who are forced to stare straight into paradox, for they shall learn to hold joy in two hands like children.

Blessed are those who refuse to steal what keeps them alive, for their resignation sows the lineage of Isaac.

Blessed are those who tremble and weep as they ask God for a unified heart, for He hovers gently over chaos and void to sing gardens into being.