On Firm Ground

I started to fall, but you caught my hand.

I couldn’t see you because the fear of fallingInto the great abyss below caused me

To close my eyes.

I had hoped you would catch me.  I prayed

That you would, but prayer gave way to

Fear.

But now that I feel your hands grasping mine

With every ounce of strength you have

I can breathe.

When I open my eyes I am on firm ground.

You are there.

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