Liminal Space

in this moment of spiritual interdependence 

vulnerably and thankfully I lay 

in night’s hands 

motionless

in order to meet this moment 

with reverence

as grief of tremendous consequences

evidence of a world not all nice and wonderful

is exposed. 

in the time between the ages

where I

try to out-run the darkness

I acknowledge that a mind rooted in murky fear suffers

oh to see signs and surprises.

I think it’s time to pucker up and kiss the stillness

to lean in 

consume spiritual food as people embrace me

I have awoken

I have noticed I was sleeping.

now

fully awake

I touch the angel’s hand

and consider where I will plant the seeds

during the in-between time

confident I am bound by a hallmark of God’s grace

by the end I will have traveled one thousand miles

through a wilderness labyrinth 

a threshold that supports wholeness in life

through the pain that makes theologians of us all

and in the cream clouds of my Earl Gray seas

these visible words foster identity

mother to crone,

broken to healed,

straight highway to Lombard Street