Dearly Beloved, Grace and Peace to you.                                     There is a young man I woke up loving, whose being I cherish, his fingers, his kidneys, his humor, his kindness, his mornings and evenings, all his loves and desires, and every sob and guffaw in his heart's dark seedbed. He is mine. He lives in me.

There is a little child taking apart his world with delight and curiosity. He doesn't know who I am yet. He is learning to walk inside my chest, my legs.

The Loving One from whom this splendid Creation blossoms loves you infinitely more and more particularly than I my son or my grandson, nor feels any less delight when you come near.

                    Deep Blessings, Pastor Steve

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