Dearly Beloved, Grace and Peace to you.                    

When words have succeeded in my hands, performed splendidly in their traces,

and have become my world, the window glass crowded with them,

I set them all out by the curb, and walk away,

naked of all speaking, beggared of understanding,

into a meadow of silence, the air clear, the grass in tufts,

where even You have no words for this

but close your eyes and hold me.

                    Deep Blessings, Pastor Steve

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