gospel of a full stomach

Blessed are the poor.

I need to do better at being poor.

I’m standing in line.  I pull my phone out.

I’m in the restroom.  I’m also checking social media.

I’m lying in bed.  I click through the news.

I’m never poor.  I always have abundance. 

I’m never poor.  I always have a ‘companion.’

I’m never poor.  I always have… something. 

And therefore, my blessing is withheld. 

Not by God or anyone else in particularly.

But by me, because I’m already full.