I reach out to you,
Lord of leaps and bounds, but I teeter,
I sway on the edge of awareness.
I have learned of you.
I have met you.
I have known you.
I have loved you.
You wait for me beneath the trapeze.
You hold the net of safety in your strong and faithful hands.
You hold me up when I fear to fall.
You hold me down when I seem to float.
You stretch me taut when I shrivel small.
You hug me close when I fall apart.
You are mighty God. I can fall only into your arms.
— from the book A Retreat with Saint Anthony: Finding Our Way, by Carol Ann Morrow