Dearly Beloved, Grace and Peace to you.                    

Shadows open their eyes          and cast unseeing                   dark across my movements.

I didn't even know that          somewhere buried in here                   is light.

The axe murderer,          not knowing why, chops                   wood and gives it away.

Under the snow          so many tender living things,                   waiting.

                              Deep Blessings, Pastor Steve

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