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.

Weather Report

as warm air, moist with divine presence,
showers us with storms of grace,
and clearing,
air thick with light.

Steve Garnaas-Holmes
Unfolding Light

October 16, 2020

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