After a big snow

Dearly Beloved, Grace and Peace to you.                    

Sometimes prayer is simply this: the city hushed, the highway slowed and now of no concern, walking knee-deep in woods and out into the meadow, along a narrow way through this sky made flesh, each step an exploration, a baptism, giving time to wonder, attending to the effort, letting this re-creation of the earth occur within as well, the little tufts that top the snow bowing patiently and asking, “What's the hurry?” and knowing there is none, there is none.

                    Deep Blessings, Pastor Steve

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