9/11

Dearly Beloved, Grace and Peace to you.          

Great towers have fallen.

Their shadows keep falling.

Rage and sorrow burn in us

until we fall.

Dust and ashes billow

through the streets,

choke our weeping throats,

cover trembling faces

with each other's dust

until we all are dust,

we all are ashes,

alike,

indistinguishable

from each other.

In the clay we are one,

and there is no possible way

to live

but to be gentle

with each other,

who bear our ashes.

     Deep Blessings, Pastor Steve

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

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