lingering in the liminal

12/30/20242 min read

lake under nimbus clouds
lake under nimbus clouds

what if you’re in the liminal?

a liminal space is a transitional space, hinge, at a boundary or threshold.
this gap can represent ambiguity and disorientation.
this margin may feel like a stuck-ness, a low-level worry or confusion.
or maybe there’s purpose at play in the liminal...
maybe we are to linger some in the liminal...

what if you’re not stuck but lingering?
then purpose is still at play here.
then participation is still an option here.
there’s still meaning and movement in the margin.

between releasing the previous and receiving the next is an empty-handed, exposed openness.
a void not wasted.
long longing. aching hunger. deep thirsting. hopeful yearning.
present is the only posture.
the emptiness is for the filling.
come in.

new seasons require new clothes,
uncovering layers from previous seasons,
different attire selected appropriately for what’s coming.
stripping away the before and not yet in the after,
left in the naked present.

we’re exposed and open in the liminal.
intimacy is offered in the linger.

there’s an intimacy of spiritually stripping,
standing in naked presence,
receiving a longing gaze, undone, seen, known.
and love, tenderly and slowly there.
relenting to the relentlessly good.
compelled from hiding to abiding.
open for the filling.

Come’s invitation is here, not there.
Receive’s invitation is now, not then.
taste. see.
love’s still coming for me.

you see me here,
you know what you’re doing.
may the dust of my feet match yours,
the steadiness of my gaze hold yours,
the rhythm of my heart sync to yours,
trusting your proximity.
receiving your presence.

delight is still an option in the lingering.
desire perhaps even more bare and raw in the liminal.
willpower gives way to willingness,
power gives way to powerlessness,
affectionate consent to the intimacy like no other,
partake in this presence,
a love that’s lingering in the liminal.

it gets easier.
seeing you seeing me.
nothing left to say, no where to go.
there is warmth, stillness, rest here.
there is enough here.
delighting in you, delighting in me,
delighting in you, delighting in me...

lingering...
without end.

further meditating:
john 14, 15
rev 3:20
ps 139