Sunday, October 13, 2013

"the space between.."



 “The gaps are the thing.
The gaps are the Spirit's one home,
the altitudes and latitudes
so dazzlingly spare and clean
that the spirit can discover itself
like a once-blind man unbound."

- Annie Dillard


I live
in the space
between

in the holy
gap

the crevice
filled only with
the promise
of
an earthbound
tear
finding its
sure release

between the here 
and there 

welling up
from the infinite
Unseen,
a wellspring of
hope
delivering
something I cannot
see,
but feel
the way the
blind hear the
sigh of a
single
rose
blooming

and the deaf
feel the pulsing of
tomorrow's
dawn as it rises
over crag and cliff to
greet
another day

I have made my
home in the space between
a once-upon-a-time

yesterday
and the 

yet-to-be-seen
tomorrow

between now
and
then, 

or 
sometime when 

a past forgotten
or
a future

imagined

I dwell in 

this moment
only 

I let it carry me 
between,
above,
around,
below
whatever would
disturb
the stillness i breathe

as deeply as 
an infant
in this
sanctuary of
trust
this is the space
where
i do not make choices
to
grow,
or wait,
or flow --


where 
it is not in me to
reach,

or grasp,
or hold too tight

it is 
here
that i 
wait to feel 
the 
stirring of a silent 
something 
i cannot name

the
pull of the sun
upon a turning leaf,

the call to
go deeper
that
echoes in the

heart of every
root
seeking
her
anchor

the scent of water
piercing
the stone --

the
voice of
the turtle
calling me
home



"Tremble
thou earth
at the presence of the Lord;
which turned the
rock into standing water,
and the flint
into fountains
of
water...”

~ Psalms