Gray sky, ducks

Dearly Beloved, Grace and Peace to you.                    

Gray sky, ducks calm on the pond, edges frozen. Smallest flakes drift, meander down, tiniest sounds as they touch the reeds, a little tap. Silence swallows the land whole.

Can a human life not spill over, even once, and cracked open, God slip in unnoticed?

Ducks look back, wing feathers brilliant on the black water.

                    Deep Blessings, Pastor Steve

__________________ Steve Garnaas-Holmes Unfolding Light

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