Dearly Beloved,
Grace and Peace to you.

I sit and watch the desert sky
until I belong to this earth.
After a long time a bird passes—
just passing:

a million year old raven circling
on ancient thermals,
rising forever among these
ageless canyons.

He circles eternally.
I am merely a passing shadow,
far below. I will soon

and he will circle beyond the time
when my language is forgotten.
After a long time I stop

which of us is the one who is
merely passing through,
until we are both eternally here,
in this moment.

Deep Blessings,
Pastor Steve

Copyright © Steve Garnaas-Holmes

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