Solitary bird

Dearly Beloved, Grace and Peace to you.                              

I am a solitary bird                                     on the wrong island. The distance                            unbearable, the darkness                            knotted up. 

How to place this cry                            that is not my voice, this reaching                            not my hand, this silence                            not my emptiness?                   

Ah, it is yours,                            Beloved, your ache,                            your gift to me: your empty space in me                            missing me,                      

you who have                            never left me, who have held                            the distance, hurt bridging                            the lonely gap,

you, my ache,                            my island, my sea,                            my wing, my home,                            my Love.

                    Deep Blessings, Pastor Steve

__________________ Steve Garnaas-Holmes Unfolding Light

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