Kicking leaves

Dearly Beloved, Grace and Peace to you.                                     Dead leaves crackle and shout their praise, shake their shakers and noisemakers, applauding in gratitude for all the green that has gone, all the life, the breathing in and out, the shade, the birds sheltered and bugs fed, air cleansed, the nations healed, the earth renewed.

Give thanks for the gifts offered, the things we leave, the mistakes made, the afternoons spent. Give thanks for the nights when even the leaves rested.

Give thanks for ourselves, finely veined, the chewed edges of grief, love given, our letting go and arriving. Kick the leaves. It was good, it was good.

Give thanks for the welcoming earth, receiving life and death with open arms, making of our words and hands a compost for others. Give thanks that it all settles into the dark, into the moist mystery, already, under scumbling clouds devoted to the green rising.

Kick up for joy the heart's dry husk, this blessed sackcloth, future's bones, the peace of doing without, this rustling flesh, this loss.

The white oak, the red oak, the hickory, the maple, the beech, the ash, all praise, the grasses, the dry grasses praise.

          Deep Blessings, Pastor Steve

__________________ Steve Garnaas-Holmes Unfolding Light

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