I don’t know how to handle this.

The whorls of circumstance
now turn, entwine, spin tight –
spiral down to the unknown
deep into dismay.

How do I reach You
in these darkened days?
Questions veer and multiply –
where do I begin?

I look down into the endless depth
from a high stretched wire
and close my eyes.
The maelstrom deepens beneath me

as the slow days erode.
I have only
my trust in You
for balance.


Christine Rigden