Dearly Beloved, Grace and Peace to you.

          In the black darkness little fists of light, glimmering, moving. They will become stars, hands, arms, a choir swooping around us.

In the black mystery a spirit, a moving, a pouring out. It will rain upon us, sweep us like wind, to comfort those who mourn, to brace the oppressed, to build up ruins, to make ruins worthy of the One who will re- work the black stones.

In the black days the messiah enters the world from beneath the black streets. He knows what he's getting into.

In the black people singing, a tear, a cry of hope. It will become us.

In the black history of us, the ruined cities, little palms of light, people huddling, singing, looking ahead. They know what's getting into us.

Deep Blessings Pastor Steve ______________________ Steve Garnaas-Holmes Unfolding Light

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