Dearly Beloved,
Grace and Peace to you.
Travel resolutely to the sea
until it offers truthfully
what signs can only promise:
a salt marsh, a little rise,
a bluff of grassy sand and then—
you are here, now.
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Sitting by the ocean,
going nowhere,
breathing in its distances
I am as happy as the sea.
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How slippery it is!
How easy to be elsewhere
solving problems
so far removed from what
the waves are teaching me.
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Rank upon rank of
monks in blue and green robes
process toward me,
repeating the ancient chant,
and prostrate themselves at my feet.
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A lone bird sits still,
gazes seaward, unmoving, then—
flaps, rises, begins.
Deep Blessings,
Pastor Steve
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Steve Garnaas-Holmes
Unfolding Light
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