What light is this,that makes the humble
luminous?
What rope is this,
that clings so tightly to its cleat?
How can it hold;
how can it stretch and tether
this earthly vessel
to its home --
flexing with the waves
and then released
to send us back across the water --
if it's here, tied up in knots?
Ah. This must be the liminal --
that space that lies between.
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1 comment:
We often walk in that in-between space, don't we? We're often tied up in knots, trying to understand, seeking explanation for what calls for trust and faith and belief that He looks after us in His own way.
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