Dearly Beloved, Grace and Peace to you.

                 The first light of morning from the book of the chorus strikes you like a bell.

Not an idea but a note, the one you were made for, rings out all day long.

A lifetime hollowed out making room for the sound of your moving through it.

Even in your silence the light of your song crosses rivers.

Flocks of birds fly out and circle the village. Even distant fields sing.

Deep Blessings, Pastor Steve

__________________ Steve Garnaas-Holmes Unfolding Light

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