Dearly Beloved,
Grace and Peace to you.
The stars have told their stories now
and one by one nod off.
The dark begins, slowly,
to get up and open its eyes.
There is a space where the sun will go.
In the forest the birds begin.
Small things move.
It smells like rain, only something else.
Over the plains something like a bird flies
without turning.
Rising early, a mother to be
sings a haunting song.
The notes rise up out of the ground.
All the creatures know it.
We can't hear it yet.
The earth holds its breath.
Deep Blessings,
Steve
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Steve Garnaas-Holmes
*Unfolding Light *
www.unfoldinglight.net
*December 22, 2020 *
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