The Gap

In the gap, where it’s dark

We pray for a spark

Joining hands, we hope to unite

With what remains out of sight

There’s a gap, it is an opening

The astute can’t help noticing

Our hands and legs can rest

As awareness is put to the test

This gap, the key to the mystery

It’s momentary, has no history

When a moment is extended

The joy it brings can be splendid

The gap, comes with a bridge

It isn’t a permanent niche

Choosing the way ahead wisely

Gaps in happiness become tiny