There's a place I visit often,
invisible, yet keenly felt,
where bright colours abound.
Sounds can be heard too,
should I listen with intent,
tinkling of bells or whispers
of love that permeate through
this invisible realm of in-between.
A cord, scarlet and strong,
connects with me at the threshold,
revealing that Redemption
has secured my destiny forever...
Dora at dverse poets has given us today's prompt, which is to write about a 'liminal' place.
Here's the link: Poetry in Liminal Spaces
That sounds like a wonderful place to escape.
ReplyDeleteIndeed it is, Bjorn.
Deletea marvellous meditation in poetry
ReplyDeleteThank you, Laura.
DeleteThat red cord of redemption brought me to my senses and reminded me of the placental groundedness of our relationship with the holy, feeding upon that which nourished us.
ReplyDeleteThank you for your lovely comments, Kathy. :D
DeleteBeautifully spoken "sounds." For that "threshold," right to the throne of grace, connected by "a cord, scarlet and strong" -- Christ Himself -- is a place of infinite love. What a privilege to be able to go there!
ReplyDeleteYes indeed, Dora. :D
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