Words

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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