I am the woods

Dearly Beloved, Grace and Peace to you.                     Holy One, I am the woods          you walk through.

I am the hall          where your singing resounds.

I am the morning          you rise in.

I am the body          in which you breathe,          you beat, you spark,          you flow.

My pain          you dwell in, my plainness          you fill, my not knowing          you see from within, In them I seek you          who are here.

I am the poem,          you are the truth.

You are the hunger,          I am the food.          

         

                    Deep Blessings, Pastor Steve

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