A Half Turn Away


Heaven is a half turn away,

barely out of sight

in the periphery of vision. 

If you could turn hard right,

or spin quick left,

you’d catch a tiny glimpse 

There! but no, not quite there…


If you could whirl around,

in the mist of the ‘almost’,

take a quickstep leap,

you’d be walking on gold,

knocking on Peter’s gate. 

More often it’s a slippery step. 

Tripping unaware. Falling in. 


It’s so close. You can taste it. 

Touch it with a fingertip. 

Fragrance wafting in. 

The unmistakable reality of grace

arousing all the senses. 

So close. So very far away. 

But it’s there. Just a half turn away…