I am this tree
opening to your light
settling in my branches.
I am this meadow
filling with your autumn rain.
Later something green will rise.
I am this street.
You will walk up and down me all day
and I will become glorious.
I will be your vessel this day,
receiving your word
whispered in these other bodies,
patiently seeking
your glory formed as
these hearts, these lives.
I will look for the gleam
of your treasure
hidden in their fields.
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Weather Report
Downpour,
as warm air, moist with divine presence,
showers us with storms of grace,
and clearing,
air thick with light.
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Steve Garnaas-Holmes
Unfolding Light
www.unfoldinglight.net
October 16, 2020