Dearly Beloved, Grace and Peace to you.
You have come to this planet to run and dance and to cheer, and you have done so. And, Beloved, you with the wind in you and the fire in you, with the Beloved in you, when the bombs of someone else's anger and despair exploded you and for a moment you lay in the street, unable, and others carried you — (shattered open, you finally know it is forever, now, for we have done so much more than cheer, holding our blood in each other's hands) — that was not an end but an awakening: the anger and despair are not yours. You have come to run and dance. The wind blows through your broken ruins and they get up, borne, and they will get up, and they will dance, and you will go on running, running on your mangled legs, dancing on your stumps and devices, running to the infinite finish, wildly dancing, elegantly, sorrowfully, beautifully dancing, celebrating every perfect one who runs by on their wounded feet, all of us carrying each other across our many ribboned finish lines, and all of us, even the despairing, will finish.
Deep Blessings, Pastor Steve
__________________ Steve Garnaas-Holmes Unfolding Light www.unfoldinglight.net
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