Dearly Beloved,
Grace and Peace to you.
I am a solitary bird
on the wrong island.
The distance
unbearable,
the darkness
knotted up.
How to place this cry
that is not my voice,
this reaching
not my hand,
this silence
not my emptiness?
Ah, it is yours,
Beloved,
your ache,
your gift to me:
your empty space in me
missing me,
you who have
never left me,
who have held
the distance,
hurt bridging
the lonely gap,
you, my ache,
my island,
my sea,
my wing,
my home,
my Love.
Deep Blessings,
Pastor Steve
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Steve Garnaas-Holmes
Unfolding Light
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