A HALF TURN AWAY
Heaven is a half turn away,
barely out of sight
in the periphery of vision.
If you could turn hard right,
or spin quick left,
you’d catch a tiny glimpse
There! but no, not quite there…
If you could whirl around,
in the mist of the ‘almost’,
take a quickstep leap,
you’d be walking on gold,
knocking on Peter’s gate.
More often it’s a slippery step.
Tripping unaware. Falling in.
It’s so close. You can taste it.
Touch it with a fingertip.
Fragrance wafting in.
The unmistakable reality of grace
arousing all the senses.
So close. So very far away.
But it’s there. Just a half turn away…
