Friday, March 27, 2009
beyond the border
Beyond the border
The border of this country
is the closing of the eyes,
the passport -
the opening of the heart.
The perimeter walls are thick with love
in this citadel of hope,
where bright-light air is filled with wonder
without shade nor shadow.
I belong here, though I have never been,
for ‘here’ comes to me
with flung wide arms
in Good Friday parody,
its warm-welcoming smile
greets my prodigal return.
And as I shed the grime of seeing,
as life’s disease loses its grip
and faith’s blind truth
speaks unbetrayal, the sound of eternity
offers its salutation.
This Kingdom of God
is the province of uncurtained care,
the embracing moments
that harbour toil-tossed lives
and balm the hurts and loss.
There is no ‘tomorrow’ here,
no waiting room or list
nor the stagnant moment before a kiss.
Here ‘this instant’ is all there ever needs to be
and you, and I, and all that ever was,
will harmonise with all that will ever be.
The cavernous void surrounding the kingdom,
between my King and I,
is accessed by the suspension-bridge
of the Christ.
Posted by Keith Wallis at 4:39 pm