Mary, with lily

Dearly Beloved, Grace and Peace to you.

Mary, having enough of words, lays aside her prayerbook and gazes at the lily, full of grace, imagines God's delight at its creation, the praying hands of its petals beckoning down into its gentle infinity, little flecks of pollen trembling with her heartbeat, its tender fragrance seeping through all the world's meanness, enduring forever, held in a slant of light, white, against the scumbled walls, until her gaze becomes angelic and she knows.

Deep Blessings, Pastor Steve

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Steve Garnaas-Holmes Unfolding Light www.unfoldinglight.net