I live Between the Times.
Between my birth and my death.
Between my salvation and a final day.
Between the morning and the evening.
I live Between Each Breath.
Between the gulp of air
inhaled before the start of a new journey.
And the sigh of fatigue
at the end of a long day.
I live Between the Arms.
The loving mother
at the day of my birth.
The caring child
as I slip into eternity.
I live Between the Times.
And every precious second given to me.
Tells a story.
Of Life.
Love.
Pain.
Passion.
And finally.
Of Glory.
©Ralph Turner 2014
