In that liminal space

They seem to keep recurring, 

Those times when we are clearly between: 

We know — however imperfectly — 

What lies behind us; 

We can clearly tell we’ve left it behind; 

We seem to be moving forward— 

However slowly— 

But it’s not exactly clear 

What we’re moving toward, 

Or how long it might take to get there, 

Or what may await us when we finally arrive. Uncomfortable as we all tend to be 

 With uncertainty, 

It’s easy to be tempted to turn back; 

To return to the known 

 From which we walked away. 

But we need to trust 

 That the reasons for our departure are still valid, 

And what lies ahead, 

 However long it takes to get there, 

Will have something fresh and reinvigorating 

 That will help us more fully realize 

The promise of fulfillment 

 With which we’ve each been entrusted.