Dearly Beloved,
Grace and Peace to you.
Yes, these days come, too:
gray, banal, post-epiphany,
the child in hiding,
the gold spent,
the myrrh lost on the way to Egypt,
the wise men long gone
to a country too far to hail,
the wailing over but
the sadness not,
the road leading
nowhere in particular,
starless.
Remember
it was often this way,
the star lost in fog,
the road drifted over
by weariness.
Still, something led you on.
Someone walked in you
those miles, bore your heart
deep in their robes,
safe from the swirling,
deadening sands.
That is how you have come
to this dreary day.
The promise is not glory,
not certainty, but presence.
This gray
is the inside of God’s robes,
bearing you,
without your guiding,
by another road.
Deep Blessings,
Pastor Steve
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Steve Garnaas-Holmes
Unfolding Light
www.unfoldinglight.net
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