Grace that breathes

Air lingers heavy and cold. Steam curls from speaking lips. Branches stretch naked against deep night sky. Small chests rise and fall under snowman flannels. A small candle flickers in the quiet morning. This Advent season, I am holding with me space for this grace...

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