Dearly Beloved,
Grace and Peace to you.
Shadows open their eyes
and cast unseeing
dark across my movements.
I didn’t even know that
somewhere buried in here
is light.
The axe murderer,
not knowing why, chops
wood and gives it away.
Under the snow
so many tender living things,
waiting.
Deep Blessings,
Pastor Steve
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