Standing In the Gap
An amount of dark and light
is all that may be required on some days.
Awareness can monitor the heart-rate of God
underneath the surface of the teaming world
quite well
with a portion of this and that and no more.
The worker enters the full field,
begins to hack his way through
the unyielding,
yet in his labors
he knows he is this well-spring
of the infinite
even as sweat stings his mortal eyes.
This is the way the world turns
all by itself, rolling up hill
faster than we can run after it.
The center holds, without manhandling into place.
The allotments of light and dark moments
always leave a gap
where the worker can stand
as still as timeless stone
in wordless prayer.
Copyright © Eric Ashford | Year Posted 2023
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