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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