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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