God of the gaps

Between the faith, 
the hope
and the coming together 
of life's complexities
the gaps remained, 
oblivious to reason
oblivious to supplication.

How I longed 
to bridge the gaps
on planks of prayer 
or swing across on long,
strong ropes of worship.

But the gaps 
were bigger than my faith could span 
until I cried 
"where are you now?"

But you were there 
in the void between the certainties,
in the deep doubt-chasms at my feet,
in the loneliness and anger
and the long slow drag of seconds through the night.

You have always been 
God of the gaps,
lying in the silent space between the words,
resting in the pause between the pulses, 
waiting in the hidden corners 
where our lives are overlooked 
and unremarkable.

Carry me forward, 
oblivious to all except your presence;
resting in the knowledge that
the planks may prove too short,
the rope too frayed
the gap too big…

…but God is in the gaps
and has been known 
to give us wings
from time to time.