Bell

Dearly Beloved,
Grace and Peace to you.

      
         
The first light of morning
from the book of the chorus
strikes you like a bell.

Not an idea but a note,
the one you were made for,
rings out all day long.

A lifetime hollowed out
making room for the sound
of your moving through it.

Even in your silence
the light of your song
crosses rivers.

Flocks of birds fly out
and circle the village.
Even distant fields sing.

Deep Blessings,
Pastor Steve

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Steve Garnaas-Holmes
Unfolding Light
www.unfoldinglight.net

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