Dear Nicodemus remind me

That I don’t have to sneak around at night.
My questions are worthy of daylight.

Not to settle for literalism
when something deeper awaits.

That being once born, and born again
is not enough, but every breath,
every little life and death.

That by God’s atmosphere in me
I am not confined to my flesh
but boundless.

That I am not my own, but blown
by a breath I can’t control.

That what I hear in the dark
will come out in the light,
bringing me also
into the light.

                   —John 3

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Steve Garnaas-Holmes
Unfolding Light
www.unfoldinglight.net

May 25, 2021