SPACE FOR GRACE

For musicians it’s the rest amidst the notes,

for farmers it’s what parts the sheep and goats.

For the clock it’s the gap ‘tween tick and tock,

for the conflicted, ‘twixt a hard place and a rock.

For artists it’s the negative in plain view,

for beer sommeliers it's in the bubbles of the brew. 

Forwritersit’swhatcomesbetweentheletters, 

for judges, the hair splitting aiders from abettors.

I’m talking about the space between all things,

without it life’s a cello sans the strings.

Instead of things being spread all asunder,

space keeps the above from the down under.

We don’t need it in the thick of bread and butter,

but let’s ask, “Really, what does our clutter utter?”

We may think that space is nothing, but it’s not,

so let’s cherish the precious little that we’ve got.

No matter how we spend our day,

there’s a good reason for feng shui.

Let’s not fill in every blank

afore we give up the ghost and tank,

that way mother can have her druther

and we can still be someone other.

Life can be sweet for all,

regardless of one’s call.

Yes, let’s give a little grace 

to the whole of the human race, 

for even protons, neutrons, electrons 

need their space.