Dearly Beloved, Grace and Peace to you.
We don't go behind the curtain that is this world, in front of which things are what they say and as they appear, a bird is a bird, a flower a flower, but behind which, really, the smallest flower is the sun, and a bird is a prayer, the language of your deepest longings, something in you that has traveled far and returned, someone smaller than the wind but free in it, hope with a sense of geography, a song that lays eggs, a gesture of praise with children, your death, singing above you, branch to branch....
We don't go because just as easily as we could become the graceful swan we could also become pure flame
or the wren outside your window looking in.
Deep Blessings, Pastor Steve
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