Dearly Beloved,
Grace and Peace to you.
Great towers have fallen.
Their shadows keep falling.
Rage and sorrow burn in us
until we fall.
Dust and ashes billow
through the streets,
choke our weeping throats,
cover trembling faces
with each other’s dust
until we all are dust,
we all are ashes,
alike,
indistinguishable
from each other.
In the clay we are one,
and there is no possible way
to live
but to be gentle
with each other,
who bear our ashes.
Deep Blessings,
Pastor Steve
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Steve Garnaas-Holmes
Unfolding Light
www.unfoldinglight.net
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