In the liminal space/time
Between the known and the unknown,
Between reality and the impossible dream,
In the midst of suffering, death or recovery,
Under the pouring rain or the shining sun,
We must stand on the threshold
Much longer than is comfortable,
To move beyond the blinders of “normal”
Or “We’ve always done it this way,”
Before our eyes can focus upon
The brave new heavens and new earth
That is rooted in the Way of Love and Truth.

Larry Brixius