Earth’s latitude and longitude run as high as humankind’s intelligence and as long and wide as our strength and life span. Here we live caged. 

We run the circled courses of these by the second—up and down and around—our machinations are profound. We are curing cancer and changing sexes, flying beyond the moon and putting steak sauce on grasshoppers.

Everything is possible but the hemorrhaging rages on.

How smart we are! How cleverly calculated, until we blindly stumble upon—to slip between—the thin edges of  the circumference where darkness is dispelled and intimacy is sunny warm and understood.  Where all the whys free-fall between the graph lines.

Here soaring to the stars and tuning our hearts to their songs is possible. Here eternity is tangible and normal. Mystery is as unspeakable as joy. It’s where we know that He exists and has always existed and has placed the infinite in each heart. Here He has hemmed me in—front and back, side by side. Here I reach for that scarlet tasseled cord of life. I stretch faith for the frayed hem that will stop my bleeding. Here I am broken and cloistered in the thin place. Here I am undone, falling upward.