Thin Places

Thin Places

I long for the thin places
where the barrier between living and spirit
is a gossamer veil not a chasm.  

If I were in those thin places,
could I see you,
hear you,
feel you,
as easily as though
you were only the other side
of a spider web?  

Or are those thin places
simply a reminder
that the barriers that divide us
are not as solid as they seem?  

Could I perhaps tear apart
the intricately woven threads
of this world,
and push my way through
to the other side,
earthliness still clinging to me,
as I stand in your presence once again?  

It is tempting to try.
But then the sun catches
this world at a certain angle,
revealing its fragile beauty,
and I try to back reverently away,
so as not to catch myself
on a thread of holiness,
and thereby destroy the whole.  

But my heart still clings to you,
and I am caught in your grasp,
unable to move, 
as spiritual threads
are woven around my heart. 

And instead of fear,
all I can feel is wonder.  

Author: Liz Jakimow

Photo: Jr Korpa on Unsplash