At the beach

Dearly Beloved, Grace and Peace to you.                                        The lad runs up the sand with his little pail, and the whole sea in it, sloshing on his feet and knees, and pours it out in the hole in the sand where it disappears, and he laughs and runs to the sea again.

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I am your little pail, the whole of you in me, sloshing out into the world.

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I am the sea in your little pail, poured out into the world until I am no more.

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I run back down to the sea, laughing.

                    Deep Blessings, Pastor Steve

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

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