In February woods

Dearly Beloved,
Grace and Peace to you.
In February woods,
snow-stilled and deep,
harsh cold and dark and wind,
earth mostly still asleep,
I hear a single bird
whose thin, high song
we lately haven’t heard.
Its happy, hopeful word
would be a bright cliché
most days, but not this cold
and early, not today.
The old, enduring vow
sung in a rough or lonesome
place is news enough—
sufficiency of grace.

Weather Report

remaining constant despite
changing conditions of improbability,
producing wonder and a sense of
something given, and awareness of
inclusion in something even greater
than the subtropical westerlies.

Deep Blessings,
Pastor Steve

Steve Garnaas-Holmes
Unfolding Light

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