by John Butterfield
Between hope and despair is a nowhere place
where it is too soon for weeping
and too late for partying
and all is unsettled, uncertain, unclear.
And in this empty place
this place of waiting
there is, most strangely, a peace
a deep, deep, peace
that comes from the deep faith
that beyond all human understanding
somewhere amidst the uncertainty
God is at work.
And we, protected from the vast void of nothing
which is the possibilities of futures unborn,
we live and love and watch the flowers grow
in the unsentimental reality
that is the present moment.
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