Ten below

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
Unfolding Light
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