The Great Divide

 

There is a space

between worlds

The great divide

Our hope and our pain

Unknowing unseeing

yet feeling the mystery

in a sea of stars

Barely touching the horizon

and the gathering of souls

All the colors of song

One heart, one voice

A city of angels

in a pool of clouds

Light breaks through

A holy brilliance

We stretch

to catch the sun

It slips through our fingers

Our vision is a fleeting rain

soft on our lips

A sigh of leaves undone

A wildflower

pressed between pages

Its rivers flow clear

and dark as India ink

Separated

Drowning in our pain

We surface to breathe

Only to fall under again

There is a space

between worlds

The great divide

We stretch and run

to fly to the sun

Forgetting

we are wingless birds

We fall

just out of reach

of heaven...

 

(c) Linda Gayton 2005

Jazlin,

 

Sorry it's taken me so long to respond to this.  Great job on this phrase.  I really enjoyed your poem.

 

Hugsssssssss

Sassy *S*