The sun walks

Dearly Beloved,
Grace and Peace to you.
         
         

The sun walks through the autumn woods
slowly on her long yellow legs,
notices things, points them out,
reaches down between the grasses
and draws out their color,
touches leaves here and there
and makes them brilliant,
plucks a leaf and drops it,
plucks a leaf and drops it.
All through the woods her light
flutters down, swings down, dances down.

It is not winter that takes these leaves,
not frost that steals them in the night.
She gives them. It’s how she finds her way
down into the black soil,
how she gives her light
to the darkness working beneath.

It is not death
that takes us from this world,
but life that gives us, ripe and golden,
into the next.

         
         
Deep Blessings,
Pastor Steve

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Unfolding Light
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