Today is the day of in-between. The day between Good Friday and Easter. The day in-between.
The day of not yet, not quite, and almost.
The day of being somewhere, but no where. Placed, but unplaced. Lost, but found.
Today is the day of in-between.
Between grief consuming us and joy that explodes out of our bones.
Between tears on our cheeks while we are wrecked weeping and tears on our face from uncontrollable laughter.
Between hope and resignation.
We live our lives in this day of in-between.
Always between something. That is what we are.
We are the girl caught in the strange place between a young girl and a young woman. Where men look at her at though she is a woman, but her heart is as innocent as a child.
We are the boy between wanting to play pirates and ninjas and pirate-ninjas and being told to grow-up and become a man.
We are the old man in a hospital bed ebbing between the vibrancy of life and the vapidness of illness.
We are the couple between resolution and conflict. Anger and remorse. Holding grudges and granting forgiveness.
We are the woman torn between grieving the loss of her lifelong partner and best friend and celebrating that he knows pain and struggle no more.
We are the ones who inhabit the day of in-between.
But we are not in-between hope. Our hope is not caught in-between because the divine stepped in-between. Became in-between.
In-between king and servant.
In-between accepted and outcast.
In-between powerful and helpless.
In-between humanity and divinity.
Our God came in-between.
Today is the day in-between. The day between Good Friday and Easter. The day between death and resurrection.
The day where we live.