Dearly Beloved,
Grace and Peace to you.
I walk in falling flames of leaves
leaping to the heavens at my feet.
I am like a figure walking
in the fiery furnace.
How is it I am not consumed?
How is it I do not catch fire?
Ah, but I do. And I am.
How is it I do not wake up?
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Weather Report
Incendiary,
If you get close enough.
Deep Blessings,
Pastor Steve
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Steve Garnaas-Holmes
Unfolding Light
www.unfoldinglight.net