Dearly Beloved,
Grace and Peace to you.
It's early spring in these woods,
bare trees like quiet old women
wearing little girls' green things.
But in the cities, silence, and grief.
Some days
I want to lie down in ignorance,
deep in the not yet green grass,
bury my face in the cold unknowing dirt,
not seeing more than a foot or two,
that's all I want to see.
I get down there just to look
and the brook flows on,
I can hear it, and overhead
long haul geese passing by
on their way north,
farther north than I imagine,
where spaces open out
in a different kind of quiet,
and even the small birds nearby
in the shifting trees
above the prayerful grass
sing on and on.
Deep Blessings,
Pastor Steve
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Steve Garnaas-Holmes
*Unfolding Light *
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*April 24, 2020 *
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