When The World Spins

Poem #301 • I don’t just have God to greet me at the end of it all

When the world spins
throwing us to the side
I look to you
knowing your heart is focused on pulling both of us through

Even in slanted pitch
the rest I find in the peaceful lock of your eyes
stroking your hair
there is no danger beyond repair

With each step toward the abyss of eternity
I can see the fuller picture with you alongside
when low to the ground the ceiling of the sky drops
falling seems to assure I am grounded

I don’t just have God to greet me at the end of it all
but your arms today
I stand up on shaky ground with strength I never knew I had
as you carry me to the rock away from shifting sand

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