Dearly Beloved, Grace and Peace to you. Wisdom cries out in the street; at the busiest corner she raises her voice: “I will pour out my thoughts to you.” —Proverbs 1.20, 21, 23
I listen. Amid the clatter and chatter of my fears and fantasies, the rattle and traffic of this world the trip wire pitch, the push, the drive for the deal to buy me and sell me—
I listen to your soft voice humming beneath worry and duty, steady, its ocean of silence, its moon of light,
the nearest murmur, no argument, no decree, no foreign words, no hard words, no words, but wind in grass, saying all I need to know,
flowing water, a river poured out in me to drink, to bathe, to lie in and float to your sea.
Deep Blessings, Pastor Steve
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