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
I have felt this way many times, and I’m thankful for this poem, because it put my feeling into words.