Between the Times


I live Between the Times.

Between my birth and my death.

Between my salvation and a final day.

Between the morning and the evening.



I live Between Each Breath.

Between the gulp of air

inhaled before the start of a new journey.

And the sigh of fatigue

at the end of a long day.



I live Between the Arms.

The loving mother

at the day of my birth.

The caring child

as I slip into eternity.



I live Between the Times.

And every precious second given to me.

Tells a story.

Of Life.

Love.

Pain.

Passion.

And finally.

Of Glory.




©Ralph Turner 2014


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