Dearly Beloved, Grace and Peace to you.
I say to you what the birds said to me when I arrived after a long journey and inquired about those I loved. What the birds said, threading their distances, I say to you:
Didn't you know that you were borne all along, that those who travel and those who wait are carried alike?
Didn't you know that blessing flies with us perfectly, like birds in a flock, so you can't tell who turns first, who leads—us or the blessing— whether we rest or leap from air to air?
What the moon said, knitting her shawls of light and of darkness, I say to you:
Couldn't you tell that Love follows us like a shadow, and in all our desolations and consolations bears us in her hand?
Couldn't you tell that the unseen are with us always, that the orbit of love cannot be broken?
What the earth said, that carried me there and carried me home, I say to you:
It is too much to remember for a lifetime, so remember just for this day that the farthest paths and the wide horizon, and those who travel them, are nested in the hand of God, that you can't leave the One who wants you, that even the lone bird at the edge of the farthest sea is at home.
Deep Blessings, Pastor Steve
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