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.
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.
~ Notes from the Tilt-A-Whirl, ND Wilson
~ He Held Radical Light, Christian Wiman
~ An American Childhood, Annie Dillard
~ On the Incarnation, Athanasius of Alexandria