Dearly Beloved,
Grace and Peace to you.
Holy One,
I am the woods
you walk through.
I am the hall
where your singing resounds.
I am the morning
you rise in.
I am the body
in which you breathe,
you beat, you spark,
you flow.
My pain
you dwell in,
my plainness
you fill,
my not knowing
you see from within,
In them I seek you
who are here.
I am the poem,
you are the truth.
You are the hunger,
I am the food.
Deep Blessings,
Pastor Steve
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