Dearly Beloved,
Grace and Peace to you.
Morning walk
Ten below
Though minus 23
Celsius sounds better
Even brief exposure hurts
My nose, thumbs and knees notice
The frozen brook clicks
Bubbles move under the ice
Vapor rises from the sun-touched ice
warmer than the air
Silence is sharpened
The sun points its narrow finger at me
Beneath my layers is warmth
from that narrow finger
Beneath my layers
I am earth I am sun
Sparrows chatter in a bare tree
Even the bareness is beauty
Even my nose praises
Even the shadows praise
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Deep Blessings,
Pastor Steve
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Steve Garnaas-Holmes
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