The kingdom of heaven is yours
even though your spirit is lacking,
for comfort awaits you
despite your mourning.
Accept the Earth, your inheritance,
for if you are meek, it will strengthen you.
Be satisfied as you righteously hunger and thirst,
and mercy shall be yours for as much as you show mercy.
You can be sure that only the pure of heart
will see God, and be sons of God
if you devote your life to peace.
For those of you who are wrongly persecuted
for doing what is right, will secure your heavenly place.
Should people insult you,
persecute you,
speak evil against you because you believe in the Father,
be glad in your rejoicing, you will be rewarded.
Blessed you shall be!

© Walter J Wojtanik - 2021


Prepare yourselves for He is near,
the One who I have no business 
unfastening the strap of His sandal.
No scandal does He reflect. He is perfect.
It is He that should be baptizing me,
that a lowly sinner should be a winner 
of His holy blessing. The Jordan River
flows and I quiver at His mere presence.
He is the essence of all that is Holy.
That is the way of the Lord.
Prepare yourself.
Prepare ye!

© Walter J Wojtanik - 2021


Adrift upon life’s choppy sea,
we have failed this day to score a haul.
And there walking along the shore, He calls,
“Leave your nets and follow me!”
“Follow Me!”

A vagabond? Perhaps some wayward soul
who casts his gaze across the sky?
He points to the right and takes control.
“Lower your nets there” He cries,
“Follow me!”

Our nets are over-flowing, as if He was knowing
where the fish would surely be!
Full, nearly breaking, there was no mistaking His vision.
He offers me this one decision, “Be a fisher of men!”
“Follow Me!”

“Leave your nets and follow Me,
Abandon your purse and come and see
what My Father has in store
and what’s more, live your life as He wants it to be!”
“Follow Me!”

© Walter J Wojtanik - 2021

** This is the first in a 12-part series leading up to and including Easter


I find myself sitting, wondering
how my lifelong blundering
got me to where I stand,
to blow my horn
free to wax in these poetic terms
until the worms feast (that is
as harsh a vision I could muster).
So, I rant and bluster as if
winter lived within me. I have come
prepared, to concentrate, to vanish,
to smell the varnish,
to raise a glass to the light of a new day.

© Walter J Wojtanik – 2021