In February woods

Dearly Beloved, Grace and Peace to you.                               In February woods, snow-stilled and deep, harsh cold and dark and wind, earth mostly still asleep, I hear a single bird whose thin, high song we lately haven't heard. Its happy, hopeful word would be a bright cliché most days, but not this cold and early, not today. The old, enduring vow sung in a rough or lonesome place is news enough— sufficiency of grace.

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Life, remaining constant despite changing conditions of improbability, producing wonder and a sense of something given, and awareness of inclusion in something even greater than the subtropical westerlies.

Deep Blessings, Pastor Steve

__________________ Steve Garnaas-Holmes Unfolding Light

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