"Suspended" by Denise Levertov

I had grasped God's garment in the voidBut my hand slipped On the rich silk of it. The 'everlasting arms' my sister loved to remember Must have upheld my leaden weight From falling, even so, For though I claw at empty air and feel Nothing, no embrace, I have not plummeted.

(found at Centre For Public Christianity)

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