Dearly Beloved, Grace and Peace to you. .
That you have lost so much, or are beginning to: your keys and papers, passwords, notes and cash, addresses, phone connections, card games, and friends, your advantage, your touch, your loves,
those big, tender hands that led you through the brambled adventure of your childhood, the hearts that accompanied you in darkest passages, those places where there are still tangles of your root hairs in the soil,
the favorite shirt, the books, pictures, instruments, tickets stubs and uncounted sacred relics, the aspirations and accomplishments, the thanks, approval and understanding,
that youthful body, that flesh in all its allure, its exceeding capacity, its sex and vigor and signature, its thousand undeniable delights, whereby, rightly, you have been madly in love,
those earnest thoughts, sincere beliefs, convictions, prayers and memories, and all manner of thing and place and time and skill and beauty, and soon all else as well, all comeliness, continence, sentience and finally breath and flesh itself—
may well be, despite all intertwining joy, despite the gut's first horror of truly empty hands, despite the convincing gravity of desire—
because they have set you free since you do not need each other, nor have you ever, for you to be your own true lovely happy self.
Deep Blessings, Pastor Steve
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