Dearly Beloved, Grace and Peace to you.                    

Of higher things I have no need, but I aspire by grace to be a brother to this lowly, weak, green, rising blade, its moment held, but not in stone, its child's hand of lifted light, its fragrance spent, its color sown without complaint. I hope to be so willing, and a worthy kin, belonging so to no one but this radiant God.

                    Deep Blessings, Pastor Steve

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