Dearly Beloved,
Grace and Peace to you.

Of higher things
I have no need,
but I aspire
by grace to be
a brother to
this lowly, weak,
green, rising blade,
its moment held,
but not in stone,
its child’s hand
of lifted light,
its fragrance spent,
its color sown
without complaint.
I hope to be
so willing, and
a worthy kin,
belonging so
to no one but
this radiant God.

Deep Blessings,
Pastor Steve

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Unfolding Light

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