Now grace topsy-turvies the world:
Mountain-top-truths speak to violent hearts
Declaring the way which turns cheek to foe
And blesses the poor in spirit, the meek,
The hungry, the thirsty, the peaceful, the weak.
Blessed are you: words strangely fitted,
A garment much brighter than all its surrounds.
A whisper of pain, a shout of good fortune,
Forth from a mouth which never spoke threats
And lay down the gauntlet of truth before those
Who only had swords for tongues.
Listen also to the vocal version of Vladimir Martynov – The Beatitudes (performed by the Sirin Ensemble)