Snow grave

Dearly Beloved,
Grace and Peace to you.
You sleep in sheets of snow,
blankets of snow, pillows of snow,
deep and cold,
until you are still
and your body turns white
and the wind moans
over your icy grave,
the song of the earth
over the silent earth.

And then in the morning
you are raised like the sun,
yellow and warm
and miraculous,
the splendor of heaven
beaming out from you
over the blue and white fields
with their birds, astonished,
who are no more entitled than you
to this radiant breach.

Weather Report

Light, unwarranted,
falling through the darkness.
Expect closures
of business as usual as citizens
deal with the accumulation
of resurrection.

Deep Blessings,
Pastor Steve

Steve Garnaas-Holmes
Unfolding Light

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