Here we are again.
How many times have you seen the connection
between the worlds?

These are the thin places.
The edges.
The margins.

These are the places where
there
meets here.

These are the times
when you
and I
meet.

There isn’t a mark on the map
for these places
no thumbtack to tell us
where to go.

We are blazing our own trails here.
We are making our own maps.

We are ready for anything,
and we haven’t even packed a lunch.

These moments can happen anywhere.
The thin places are
all around us.

The Greyhound station.
The pool at the Y.
The corner table at the Steak n Shake.
The deli counter at Publix.

God is just waiting to break forth
Shining
into this world
wherever
and whenever
possible.