Dearly Beloved, Grace and Peace to you.
You wake this morning things look the same
but some kind of disturbance behind you dark a thick net
an impossibility a trap sprung now and harmless nothing so different
no drama but a not aloneness a peace you can't quite name
Things look the same but what if this is how it looks
standing in the door of your tomb looking out at the new life?
. . .
Deep Blessings, Pastor Steve
__________________ Steve Garnaas-Holmes Unfolding Light www.unfoldinglight.net
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