No line will hold, <br />meant to divide. <br />Between youth and age <br />there is slippage. <br />Poor sight slows <br />the agile foot; <br />strong hearts beat <br />against thin bones. <br /> <br />Most visible, that line <br />removing sky <br />from sea defies <br />the grasp. Between <br />the sea and land <br />no barrier stands <br />to halt the tide. <br />The shoreline shifts. <br /> <br />Darkness dwindles into dawn; <br />day melts to night. <br />Who can point <br />where God begins <br />or ends <br />within a man? <br />No line will hold, <br />meant to divide<br /><br />barbara foster schutz<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/no-line-will-hold/
