When I Was Sinking Down: Held Fast

I had grasped God’s garments 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 “Suspended” from Evening Train

Reaching out in hopeless grasp to save myself,
sinking down, prepared to fall,
yet twisting and turning in a chill wind,
in helpless wait for what is to come.

Now I dangle suspended
rather than plummet,
held fast through sheer grace
by a slender thread of faith.

This is my Rescuer revealed,
here is my Salvation
holding me fast from above
when I was sure I was lost forever.

Rescue me from the mire,
    do not let me sink
Psalm 69:14


…even there your hand will guide me, your right hand will hold me fast.
Psalm 139:10

This Lenten season will reflect on the words of the 19th century southern spiritual hymn “What Wondrous Love is This”

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A Slender Cord

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The builder who first bridged Niagara’s gorge,
Before he swung his cable, shore to shore,   
Sent out across the gulf his venturing kite   
Bearing a slender cord for unseen hands   
To grasp upon the further cliff and draw
A greater cord, and then a greater yet;   
Till at the last across the chasm swung   
The cable then the mighty bridge in air!
So we may send our little timid thought   
Across the void, out to God’s reaching hands—
Send out our love and faith to thread the deep—
Thought after thought until the little cord
Has greatened to a chain no chance can break,
And we are anchored to the Infinite!
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We dangle from a slender thread,
twisting and turning, swinging to and fro
with the breezes.
This silken line connects us in ways we barely see
to hold on to us when buffeted
by storms and rain and drought.

We are anchored fast to eternity, and never let go.

From here to infinity.

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