Dearly Beloved,
Grace and Peace to you.
I pray for what I’m seeking, Lord,
those things that can’t be bought—
and yet those trinkets leave me— Bored—
I rather would be sought.
I tell you my desires, as if
it isn’t— Vanity
to crown my wants— and be so deaf
to your desire— for me.
I spend my anxious heart in fear,
searching all around—
but, Lord, instead, I’ll sit still, here—
and let myself— Be found.
Deep Blessings,
Pastor Steve
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Steve Garnaas-Holmes
Unfolding Light
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