Hannah and I have decided to try something new: poetry Sundays. Every Sunday we'll post a poem. It'll be a mini poetry education for all of us (and feel free to suggest poems!)
This first poem is one that has meant a lot to me over the years. There are some words or phrases that can be held onto--clutched, even, if necessary. The final line of this poem is one of those, for me. Suspended by Denise Levertov 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 plummeted.
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