Gray sky, ducks

Dearly Beloved,
Grace and Peace to you.
         
         

Gray sky, ducks calm
on the pond,
edges frozen.
Smallest flakes drift,
meander down,
tiniest sounds
as they touch the reeds,
a little tap.
Silence swallows the land whole.

Can a human life not
spill over,
even once,
and cracked open,
God slip in unnoticed?

Ducks look back,
wing feathers brilliant
on the black water.

         
         
Deep Blessings,
Pastor Steve

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Steve Garnaas-Holmes
Unfolding Light
www.unfoldinglight.net

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