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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