I hold my hand into the night and words drop – light – into my palm: blessed words, delivered from the heart of the ancestors – before them – from the hearts of others – all who worked and walked and wondered as we do now. I hold my hand into the night and words drop – light – into my open palm. —Mary Elyn Bahlert, 5/2025
Where words drop from the sky – The Ridges, Baileys Harbor, WI photo by meb, 5/2025
I am a spiritual seeker, a seeker who has "taken a drink from many cups." I love to accompany others on the deeper journey to witness to their True Self. Now a writer, photographer and poet, I have retired from full-time ministry as a pastor in downtown Oakland, CA.
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