I took this photo last year in late November
overlooking Portminster beach St Ives, Cornwall.
Lord, I curl in Thy grey
gossamer hammock
that swings by one
elastic thread to thin
twigs that could, that should
break but don’t.
gossamer hammock
that swings by one
elastic thread to thin
twigs that could, that should
break but don’t.
I do nothing, I give You
nothing. Yet You hold me
nothing. Yet You hold me
minute by minute
from falling.
from falling.
Lord You provide.
(excerpt from "Psalm Fragments (Schnittke String Trio)," by Denise Levertov, The Stream and the Sapphire, Full poem from here
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