Quiet

Dearly Beloved,
Grace and Peace to you.
         
         
                  
Nameless, hidden,
unbeckoned, you are present.
Too quiet for me to overhear.

I enter the clearing,
the frog slips into the pond,
the turtle ducks inside,
the bird falls silent.

After my thoughts and askings
I return to stillness and silence
for a long time,
a long, quiet, waiting time,
before you might murmur.

         
         
Deep Blessings,
Pastor Steve

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Steve Garnaas-Holmes
Unfolding Light
www.unfoldinglight.net

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