Hold me

Dearly Beloved,

Grace and Peace to you.
         
         

O Thou Mysterious Love,
         hold me.

When I cannot stand,
         be the ground that holds me.
When I have fallen apart
         be the gravity that binds my pieces.

You are the Presence I do not see, can not feel,
         the Steadiness that lets me tremble.
You are the darkness I stumble through;
         you are the way and the not knowing.

You are the well of my tears,
         the soft place for me to fall.
You guard my tenderness,
         and defend my wholeness.

You are the fiber of my making,
         the love that brings me through.
You keep me in your hands;
         you bear me on your hip.

Hold my shattered fragments in your hands,
         until I am ready to be made new.
Wrap my unknowing in your arms of darkness
         until my dawn is ready to rise.

Holy One, Creating One,
         I am your Beloved.
I am yours.
         I am yours.

         
         
Deep Blessings,
Pastor Steve

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