The late John O’Donohue has a lovely collection of poems entitled To Bless the Space Between Us (2008) and he often plays with what it is to occupy the in-between spaces, the twilight times. It is on that liminal edge that we often find the fullness of life and fullness of God.
I like his poem The Interim Time:
You are in the time of interim
Where everything seems withheld.
The path you took to get here has washed out;
The way forward is still concealed from you.
“The old is not old enough to have died away;
The new is still too young to be born.”
You cannot lay claim to anything;
In this place of dusk, your eyes are blurred;
And there is no mirror…
What is being transfigured here is your mind,
And it is difficult and slow to become new.
The more faithfully you can endure here,
The more refined your heart will become
For your arrival in the new dawn.
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