Quiet

Dearly Beloved, Grace and Peace to you.                                        Nameless, hidden, unbeckoned, you are present. Too quiet for me to overhear.

I enter the clearing, the frog slips into the pond, the turtle ducks inside, the bird falls silent.

After my thoughts and askings I return to stillness and silence for a long time, a long, quiet, waiting time, before you might murmur.

                    Deep Blessings, Pastor Steve

__________________ Steve Garnaas-Holmes Unfolding Light www.unfoldinglight.net

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