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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