Standing on the precipice of Divine Love...

Overlooking the Great Divide.

The formidable chasm fixed between serpent & dove...

Only The Cross could be that W-I-D-E.

So one might cross over from death to life...

Just as Isaac was spared under Avraham's knife.

Behold the old has passed, the NEW has come...

By agony & ecstasy we come undone.

Flying now across this Great Divide...

Only to plummet & free fall with eyes open WIDE.

Wrenched open & cut deep...

What to throw away; what to keep.

Sojourning now in the Valley of Decision...

(Not The Crossroads of the spiritually imprisoned)

Where you have us come before you to let us reason.

(Rather than commit spiritual treason)

Where you promise our sins which are scarlet...

And our hands that are blood red...

Will be made as pure & white as the driven snow.

(Rather than cast us into the outer darkness where “As Above is NOT Below”)

So we might come to see that which is so incredibly wonderful...

One cannot ever hope to render back...

That which is ever so fundamental...

And foremost in supplying one's lack.

Approaching from afar like a distant thunder...

All that besets, now overtaken & put asunder.

This love truly is like no other...

We are called to be its sister/brother!