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
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