The Great Divide
Threshold.
Holding not the end.
But the end of this rope
That would slip
Between my grasp.
Divided.
Divide myself from
Who I was created
Created to be.
The Great Divide
Comes with connotation
Of history,
But also my history
Everyone’s history.
Too great to step
Or jump
Or leap.
Not too great to slip
And fall
To the threshold.
I can-
Not
Get myself over.
Only a Savior
To bridge the gap
Over the threshold.
Holding me
Carrying
Across the Great Divide.