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
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.