Dearly Beloved,
Grace and Peace to you.
Wisdom cries out in the street;
at the busiest corner she raises her voice:
“I will pour out my thoughts to you.”
—Proverbs 1.20, 21, 23
I listen.
Amid the clatter and chatter
of my fears and fantasies,
the rattle and traffic of this world
the trip wire pitch, the push,
the drive for the deal
to buy me and sell me—
I listen to your soft voice
humming beneath worry and duty,
steady, its ocean of silence,
its moon of light,
the nearest murmur,
no argument, no decree,
no foreign words, no hard words,
no words,
but wind in grass,
saying all I need to know,
flowing water,
a river poured out in me
to drink, to bathe,
to lie in and float
to your sea.
Deep Blessings,
Pastor Steve
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Steve Garnaas-Holmes
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