Wednesday, April 12, 2017

Threshold

Wednesday in Holy Week

And I said, “Oh, that I had wings like a dove!
I would fly away and be at rest.”
Psalm 55:7


As if the morning holds its breath
pondering the way forward--
duty, necessity,
inevitability?

Air heavily burdened with the undecided--
storm, release,
prelude?

Caught on the threshold,
will I dance into this thin place
or fight, or flee,
or freeze?

Still, I choose
the way






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