A reflection upon the Desert Box, a story told in Godly Play
The desert wind blows through the winter.
East and West, behind and before, refuge awaits.
But why walk past the life hidden there?
Even in alien red desert it is found.
Ancient soakings whisper truth like Abraham,
like soil.
Laugh if you will; the wind will not cease.
Movement and energy multiply the seed.
Reports, musings, sermons, happenings from a Presbyter (Priest) of The Episcopal Church who loves Jesus, the natural world, ice and snow, and is raising 3 children with his artist-wife, Erin McGee Ferrell. (This photo is of the Presidential range in NH taken from Vermont.)
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