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.