Dearly Beloved,
Grace and Peace to you.
When the world seems tilted into darkness,
rotting at the edges,
when large, hard beasts
lumber up just behind the horizon,
when the great cathedral ceiling
in my chest falls to dust,
and the knowing beneath my knowing
shuts its mouth in horror
or shame,
when the hands of my heart tremble,
I may sit in candlelight
and watch the storm
from inside the window,
but eventually
I go out
into the darkness,
into the rain,
the rain,
with its infinite
tender fingers.
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Weather report
Massage
as a Source greater than our failures
floods us and sweeps away
our pockets of stationary air.
Expect bathing and rinsing
especially at lower instincts,
moved by water and the Spirit.
Surface anxiety will give way to trust,
possibly turning to hope later in the day.
Deep Blessings,
Pastor Steve
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Steve Garnaas-Holmes
Unfolding Light
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