Solitary bird

Dearly Beloved,
Grace and Peace to you.

I am a solitary bird         
                           on the wrong island.
The distance
the darkness
                           knotted up. 

How to place this cry
                           that is not my voice,
this reaching
                           not my hand,
this silence
                           not my emptiness?

Ah, it is yours,
your ache,
                           your gift to me:
your empty space in me
                           missing me,                      

you who have
                           never left me,
who have held
                           the distance,
hurt bridging
                           the lonely gap,

you, my ache,
                           my island,
my sea,
                           my wing,
my home,
                           my Love.

Deep Blessings,
Pastor Steve

Steve Garnaas-Holmes
Unfolding Light

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