Between the Lines

The lines have fallen for me in pleasant places; indeed, I have a beautiful inheritance. (Psalm 16:6) Between the lines, it is, it’s said oppressive, limiting, confined - no room to move, a constant bind. A place to shun, where demons tread, so claustrophobic there, one dreads the horrors that entrap the mind between the lines. Yet more, it seems, I am inclined to choose this pasture green instead, carved from the rock, for which He bled - a pleasant place that I now find between the lines… ---------- A Rondine: (Ra)bbaabR abbaR