There is a special place between
What is known and what is seen
It can carry dreams of flight
Or be the difference between day and night.
Waiting for a job, a house a wife
Or slipping into the end of life
The Space Between calls us all
As we rise and as we fall.
The Space Between is short or long
Where none feel that they really belong
So say a prayer for those in wait
Be it chance or be it fate.
***Written for my friend, who was diagnosed and now waits…****