Commuter train, falling snow

Dearly Beloved, Grace and Peace to you.                                        In mounds of snow, and snow still falling, the train's light threads through the thickly woven air, its own little world. The old Gregorian horn, burrowing through muffling trees, is so thin and solitary, so far away, the muezzin's voice, wrapped in a long scarf of silence, barely calling out over the field. But the souls bundled within are no less precious, traveling with the Beloved, their hopes no less keen, their prayers no less clearly heard.

Deep Blessings, Pastor Steve

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