The heart sits

Dearly Beloved, Grace and Peace to you.                    

The eye wanders around the room picking up things, dropping them, not feeling them, just pointing,

the ear pokes around another room, not really getting the full taste, just the drift of things,

fingers fidget as they are wont, and the tongue is way too busy to notice any of them—

while the heart sits in darkness and silence within, and opens

to the One Who Embraces, the One Who Fills, the One Who Adores.

                    Deep Blessings, Pastor Steve

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