Dearly Beloved, Grace and Peace to you.
The geese on the brook are as calm as the snow. Who leads them to this place? Other than the water their muscular bodies, their long necks are the only things that are not mere underlining for snow. They rest on the bank, they float on the obsidian water, their reflections blacker than the pond. Today they are saying very little. This is a fine place for them, where they can be still, but not a place of beauty or a shrine; their temple is much greater, their peace much wider. There is food here, there must be, beneath the black mirror, the white hands of the snow, and rest. They sit without concern. After some time they will unfold the maps of their wings and be on their way. I marvel at this grace, as I cross the brook toward home. They will find their way. They will find their way.
Deep Blessings, Pastor Steve
__________________ Steve Garnaas-Holmes Unfolding Light www.unfoldinglight.net
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