Round stones

Dearly Beloved,
Grace and Peace to you.

        
All your ideas about God are stones,
smooth and perfect.
All your words are stones,
round and smooth.

You can’t stack them up
into a statue of God.
Every prayer
is a pile of stones.

Throw them into the nearest lake.
Listen to the sound—kisplash!
as they disappear into the holy water.

The last ripples expand,
growing all through you,
reaching your farthest shore.

God sits with you and watches
in silence, transfixed.

Later,
even if you’re not thinking about it,
the ripples are still widening in you.

Deep Blessings
Pastor Steve
______________________
Steve Garnaas-Holmes
Unfolding Light
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