Between the flash of lightning and the boom of thunder,
Between the thrush’s call and the breach of dawn,
Between the wave’s crest and the tip into the trough,
Lord, help me cease striving.
Between the inhale’s apex and the exhale’s liberty,
Between the surge of labor’s birth and the infant’s first cry,
Between the warm agreement of eyes and the touch of lips,
Lord, help me be still.
Between the leap from the ledge and the plunge in the depths,
Between the opening note and the song’s resolve,
Between duplicity’s disclosure and reconciliation’s relief,
Lord, help me rest in silence.
Between the fear and the faith,
Between the slip and the shatter,
Between the pain and the peace,
Between covenant’s commencement and its glorious consummation,
Lord, help me remain in trustful submission.
©2023 Kim Pullen
I think that’s where I am… between.
I think we all are…some of us are just more aware of it than others.
Paul said, “I consider that our present sufferings are not worth comparing with the glory that will be revealed in us. For the creation waits in eager expectation for the children of God to be revealed. For the creation was subjected to frustration, not by its own choice, but by the will of the one who subjected it, in hope that the creation itself will be liberated from its bondage to decay and brought into the freedom and glory of the children of God.
We know that the whole creation has been groaning as in the pains of childbirth right up to the present time. Not only so, but we ourselves, who have the first fruits of the Spirit, groan inwardly as we wait eagerly for our adoption to sonship, the redemption of our bodies. For in this hope we were saved. But hope that is seen is no hope at all. Who hopes for what they already have? But if we hope for what we do not yet have, we wait for it patiently” (Romans 8:18-25).