Dearly Beloved,
Grace and Peace to you.
I didn't hear the joke among the geese
but I hear them laughing and laughing,
and I swallow some of their hilarity.
The maple wastes its red on me
—I can't take it all in—
littering the floor with glory.
A flame of vine flashes up a tree.
Berries hang I know I can't eat but
still they look so dang good.
Apples ripen and hang like ornaments
offering themselves, the opposite of beggars,
*Here, have me. Have all of me. *
So much to recall and celebrate
in reds and yellows. Leaves don't mind
spending their splendor on me.
*This is too much,* I think, *too much,*
but the crow by the road laughs and says
*No, actually, it's just about right. *
Deep Blessings,
Pastor Steve
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Steve Garnaas-Holmes
*Unfolding Light*
www.unfoldinglight.net
*September 27, 2019*
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