Blessed are the lurkers,
for they remind us that listening is participation too.

Blessed are the question‑askers,
for they spark the conversations others didn’t know they needed.

Blessed are the moderators,
for they keep the peace without killing the joy.

Blessed are the old‑timers,
for they remember how it all began.

Blessed are the newcomers,
for they bring the wonder that old members forget.

Blessed are the silent supporters,
for their quiet appreciation fuels the visible few.

Blessed are the contrarians,
for they keep the hive mind from sleeping.

Blessed are the fixers,
for they turn frustration into progress.

Blessed are the storytellers,
for they stitch memory into meaning.

Blessed are the bridge‑builders,
for they make strangers feel like neighbors.

Blessed are the ones who leave gracefully,
for they teach us how to end well.

Blessed are the ones who return,
for they prove belonging never fully fades.