In the beginning

Dearly Beloved,

Grace and Peace to you.


Spirit, you hover over my water. In morning darkness you breathe in

and the Word is gathered from before time.

I am gathered from the universe. I am made of your desire.

You breathe out and I become myself, spoken into this day.

Like mist lifting off the silver river I rise into your morning,

my purpose always, like the sun ascending, just now disclosed.

The curtain parts, the sky opens. The world is blank and beckoning.

Naked, unsolved, still condensing, I get up from my umbilical prayers.

Can I let this beginning unfold each moment today, each moment?

An egret swims up through the silence above the water.


Deep Blessings,

Pastor Steve


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