How do you spell

Dearly Beloved, Grace and Peace to you.

How do you spell the sound you make when you have an orgasm?

         Now you see the difficulty of poetry.

Take a scale and calibrate it to exacting standards, and tell me which weighs more: Mozart's requiem or your feelings when your mother died?

         Now you see the problem with art.

Tell me: what did God mean in creating the sea?

         You see, don't you,          the temptation of prayer,          and its pure and holy uselessness?

People say, “Father, Son and Holy Ghost” as if that explains something.

         The Spirit said to me:          “Understanding is a pair of sunglasses.”

What then can we do, but pray without ceasing, and write poetry until our eyes close? What can we do but lay down our shovels and come home? What can we do but touch the children we love as if for the first time, and lay our hands and eyes tenderly, like newborns, upon this world, until all that we know of the world disappears into the world, and God escapes our imagining, until we are raised from the tomb of certainty into the glorious rainbow light of awe?

Deep Blessings, Pastor Steve

______________________ Steve Garnaas-Holmes Unfolding Light

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