Dearly Beloved, Grace and Peace to you. Walk past people sealed in their houses, silence piled up on their roofs, into the palimpsest of the woods, thigh deep in the smoothness, the substance of silence, the weight of the light. Snow in the trees, beneath the trees, branches bowed with the bulk of heaven. In the open field the white spreads like a calm sea. The brook admits you; beneath you know you are walking on her back. At the far end of the frozen marsh stand among the falling constellations until it is possible to belong in the cold and quiet, to be erased and redrawn, to be a flake in this drift of silence, blanketed by the softly falling presence, covered in God.
Deep Blessings, Pastor Steve
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