Sometimes you set down
the hammer and trowel of your prayers
and sleep under the stars unsheltered,
possibility your only roof.
Sometimes you lay your forehead against the silence
and close your eyes.
Sometimes you walk out along the prairie
listening to that sound
for miles and miles.
Sometimes you curl up in bed with God
and just hold each other.
Sometimes you lay your hand on a rock
long enough for it to feel your pulse
and know everything about you.
Sometimes you imagine the stars
looking up at you
and you are humbled and calmed.
Sometimes you walk among green living things
and you are one of them.
Sometimes you hold your hand out
and the bird never comes
and the stillness is beautiful,
and you go inside,
and even later you walk around
with that stillness in your hand.
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Steve Garnaas-Holmes
Unfolding Light
www.unfoldinglight.net
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