I had grasped God’s garment in the void
but 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 plummetted.
~Denise Levertov “Suspended”
Ah, but a man’s reach should exceed his grasp,
Or what’s a heaven for?
~Robert Browning from “Andrea Del Sarto”
As richly dressed as the world is this time of year,
beauty abounds everywhere I look,
it slips through my fingers when I try to capture it and hold on,
I cannot save myself by my own grasp.
Yet I’m not allowed to plummet
despite my flailing panic
as the bottom drops out beneath my feet
The air around me is not empty~
it is full of His breath
and where God breathes,
He suspends the fallen.