I live Between the Times. Between my birth and my death. Between my salvation and a final day. Between the morning and the evening. I live Between Each Breath. Between the gulp of air inhaled before the start of a new journey. And the sigh of fatigue at the end of a long day. I live Between the Arms. The loving mother at the day of my birth. The caring child as I slip into eternity. I live Between the Times. And every precious second given to me. Tells a story. Of Life. Love. Pain. Passion. And finally. Of Glory. ©Ralph Turner 2014