Dearly Beloved,
Grace and Peace to you.
I will whisper in your ear.
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A voice of clear silence,
the breath the world came from.
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A small boat in a light breeze
slips along the water.
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More sun pours into the meadow
than it knows what to do with.
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A figure vanishes into the crowd
but is not lost.
What if I am all of them?
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The moments that have passed between us
do not disappear. I hold them
in my hand, ripening.
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I have this blessing that expands
to fill the universe.
What can I do with it?
I hide it inside you from behind.
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I touch you in places
not of your knowing,
a hand on your heart,
only deeper.
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I never speak.
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Hours after the rain,
the trees are still weeping.
Deep Blessings,
Pastor Steve
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