Dearly Beloved, Grace and Peace to you.                                     An ordinary life you have, like baked bread, the aroma of love, like old wood, edges worn from kindness.

In a moment's pause, a small step aside from the rush, the proof— the abyss opens. Heaven inhales.

Deep, wordless, you sense wings, breathing, Presence. Silence speaks.

Sunlight on a plain rock, music of a flower not usual for this season: You are Beloved.

The Infinite names you, adores, finds in you, in your flesh, your voice, your hands, a place to live.

What is within you is holy. What is of you is of God, Mystery spiraling out from you like a nebula, a child.

You will not cease being ordinary, nor feel different. You will bear the Divine made infant into the world

if only moment by moment you say Yes.

                    Deep Blessings, Pastor Steve

__________________ Steve Garnaas-Holmes Unfolding Light

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