I’m living in the middle.

Time has gently moved me away
From the intensely jagged edges
Experienced at the beginning.

Time also sweetly moves me toward
The realization of glory
To be experienced at the end.

But I’m living in the middle.
Distant from the outer limits
Yet stretched by the longing of both extremes.
Not at the beginning.
Not at the end.
Just spinning
In the in-between.

Because time has harshly distanced me
From the concentrated love and strength
Experienced at the beginning.

And time unkindly prevents me
From the fulfillment of hope
To be experienced at the end.

I’m living in the middle.
Distant from the outer limits
Yet stretched by the longing of both extremes.
Not at the beginning.
Not at the end.
Just spinning
In the in-between.

I need to know love
In the middle.
I need to feel strength
In the middle
I need to have hope
In the middle…

Not just at the beginning.
Not just at the end.
But as I’m spinning
In the in-between.

Walking through the middle of this journey of loss requires more strength and endurance than I ever imagined.  Please, God, come meet me in the middle and intervene in my in-between.

Author: Christina