The In-Between

it is not when the tempest pounds the river’s shore 

as hostile waves compose a violent song

nor in its silence, its surface like a mirror

but when its ebb and flow simply rolls along

it is not when the sun is highest in its flight 

giving light and life to all who watched it rise

nor when it abandons and gives way to the night

but when it plainly rests on common skies 

it is not when grief and fear choke the life from me

nor when joy chases away all my doubts

but I know where it is found, inside the two extremes

where life quietly hums along its route

here I lose my need for grace

here I lose my need for grace