How to speak of this?

Dearly Beloved, Grace and Peace to you.                                        How to speak of this? There is light, resting on you, wrapping everything, creating height, slipping down and up each wall even cupping undersides in soft white hands. The bird, whose language no one understands, how does it choose just where it flies, it sings, it lands? There is heat, murmured, a glue that holds you to everything, makes you all one word. And silence, yes, bestowed, not left: tendered, its weft woven with the warp of tiny threads, little sounds that give it definition. Shadows, echoes, little flaws. You find your place. A story, never told, but clear, though not to us. There is water, moving with its usual grace and understated wisdom. And things growing, yes, that's it, growing toward something, about something, lifting themselves up. Ah, and gravity, there's that, too, the struggle, the embrace, the encounter, the return. The home. The belonging. The name. And there's you, within this with the spiral galaxy of your mind slowly turning. Perfectly repeating all this within. Yes, there is all this. And yet—

how to speak of this? There is, yes, something more.

          Deep Blessings, Pastor Steve

__________________ Steve Garnaas-Holmes Unfolding Light

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