The Firmest Foundation

My footing is

free-falled

in this ill-gotten

world.

Nowhere to step

but the rocky face

of past mistakes,

the hardened path

of hardened hearts,

and the regrettable

void at the edge

of it all.

But how lightly

You lift me,

up,

up,

up,

and away,

until all crumbles

to ash,

Your breath

blowing it

clear,

and how you set

me back down

on the firmest

foundation,

into Your arms,

faced always

forward.