Dearly Beloved,
Grace and Peace to you.
I say to you what the birds said to me
when I arrived after a long journey
and inquired about those I loved.
What the birds said,
threading their distances,
I say to you:
Didn’t you know
that you were borne all along,
that those who travel and those who wait
are carried alike?
Didn’t you know
that blessing flies with us perfectly,
like birds in a flock,
so you can’t tell who turns first,
who leads—us or the blessing—
whether we rest or leap from air to air?
What the moon said,
knitting her shawls of light and of darkness,
I say to you:
Couldn’t you tell that Love
follows us like a shadow,
and in all our desolations and consolations
bears us in her hand?
Couldn’t you tell
that the unseen are with us always,
that the orbit of love cannot be broken?
What the earth said,
that carried me there and carried me home,
I say to you:
It is too much to remember for a lifetime,
so remember just for this day
that the farthest paths and the wide horizon,
and those who travel them,
are nested in the hand of God,
that you can’t leave the One who wants you,
that even the lone bird
at the edge of the farthest sea
is at home.
Deep Blessings,
Pastor Steve
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