Dearly Beloved,
Grace and Peace to you.
I
Getting there
Morning sun.
On the hubcap
a spider in her web.
Ah, I think today I’ll walk.
II
Washing windows
If only I had earlier seen
how much what I saw
was inside,
how much I didn’t see.
III
Winged seeds
So many little bits
floating down from trees,
spores, seeds, threads of life,
whole trees within—
all of us you send
out into the world.
Deep Blessings,
Pastor Steve
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Steve Garnaas-Holmes
Unfolding Light
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