The morning after
evening service
I find
the smudgy silhouette
of the cross
still on my brow.
Living in
the in-between
it seems I cannot escape
either entropy
or redemption.
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The in-between is a tricky place to live. I’m trying to learn to inhabit the tension rather than resolve it one way or the other.