Snow grave

Dearly Beloved, Grace and Peace to you.                                     You sleep in sheets of snow, blankets of snow, pillows of snow, deep and cold, until you are still and your body turns white and the wind moans over your icy grave, the song of the earth over the silent earth.

And then in the morning you are raised like the sun, yellow and warm and miraculous, the splendor of heaven beaming out from you over the blue and white fields with their birds, astonished, who are no more entitled than you to this radiant breach.

______________________ Weather Report

Light, unwarranted, falling through the darkness. Expect closures of business as usual as citizens deal with the accumulation of resurrection.

                    Deep Blessings, Pastor Steve

__________________ Steve Garnaas-Holmes Unfolding Light

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