Dearly Beloved, Grace and Peace to you. . .

I sit and watch the desert sky until I belong to this earth. After a long time a bird passes— just passing:

a million year old raven circling on ancient thermals, rising forever among these ageless canyons.

He circles eternally. I am merely a passing shadow, far below. I will soon vanish

and he will circle beyond the time when my language is forgotten. After a long time I stop wondering

which of us is the one who is merely passing through, until we are both eternally here, in this moment.

. Deep Blessings, Pastor Steve

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