The constancy of God

Dearly Beloved, Grace and Peace to you.                    

As deftly and finally as one pulls out a thread someone is weaving them, gracefully tying them, minute and irreversible.

In the towering sky, even under the fortress, root tendrils muscle in and bind ligaments through an abyss we had been told was absolute.

No enormity of terror can keep up with the steady, unseen healing.

Before the assault, the horrible wound, gaping and exposed, the stitching has already begun.

Even as we sigh in our own world, moving on, separate, we are being sewn in.

In the earthquake, the collapsing mountains, not a bit of rubble falls on the path from the temple.

If you could hold your immortal soul in your hands, you would hardly recognize it from one moment to the next.

Your grave is already empty.

 

          Deep Blessings, Pastor Steve

(2006) __________________ Steve Garnaas-Holmes Unfolding Light www.unfoldinglight.net

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