Quivering I stared
into the black abyss
until I felt you nudge me
to let go
and slip
over the edge.
I found myself
floating in that darkness
held and filled with energy
so sweet and strong
it could only be you.
Your voice came to me
rich and playful,
“Child, did you really think
there could be anywhere
that I am not?”
——
Where can I go from your Spirit?
Where can I flee from your presence?
If I go up to the heavens, you are there;
if I make my bed in the depths,
you are there.
Psalm 139: 7-8
From Heaven at my Door by Juanita Ryan
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