SUSPENDED 

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. 

~ Denise Levertov