He Moved the Fence

We were outside, looking in.
We saw no room. We saw no friend.

The fence was strong; the gate secured.
Without a key our fate was sure.

We turned away from the sight
And took our pain into the night.

We lived our lives our own way,
Longing for peace with each new day.

We almost missed it when it came;
That sense that all was not the same.

Grace reached out its gentle touch;
Said, “Come along. Come with us.”

“It’s no good. Don’t you see?
How can we come without a key?”

“Look around. You are within.
You need no key. He moved the fence.”

Patricia Burlison
©2007

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