Dearly Beloved,
Grace and Peace to you.
The trees stand leafless
in the falling cold.
They do not fret.
They know.
The geese fly over, stopping,
some, to float the pond,
then leave again.
They know.
The little brook flows down,
now strong, now slow,
but flowing down
and down.
You do not need to know
how wisdom works,
or how they understand,
but only what
you, too,
in all your rising darkness,
and in your doubt,
your long unknowing,
know,
a gravity, a drawing in,
a voice inviting,
“Come.”
Deep Blessings,
Steve
__________________
Steve Garnaas-Holmes
*Unfolding Light *
www.unfoldinglight.net
*November 9, 2020 *
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