and receive free, Jen’s song “A Kind of Grace,”
a finalist in a recent Maine Songwriter’s Competition.
You take no credit, as the night
sky takes no credit for the moon
she writes as if only to me
And I ask her
How can I be that vessel of emptiness
who by being nothing
invites everything?
Yesterday
with breezes like assurances from a gentle god
and skies as fair as my eyes
through her woods
I walked
working hard to slow my pacev
holding a question
and searching for signs
Did you know?
moss likes to be tickled as you walk by
chickadees will follow you if you ask them to
there is nothing so exciting as the far off sound of ocean from a protected spot in the woods
Did you know?
tree roots are decorations for the earth's floor
and fallen trees become...
(From a Recent Guest Sermon at Local Union Church)
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