Held

I am held.

I know it.

Yet I wander

In a fog.

I have forgotten

Where I was

Headed

Or

How

To get

There.

Could it be,

That in my

Aimless strides

I am

Merely

Bumping,

Not into walls

Limiting,

But into

His hands

That

Hold me

Safe,

And sure?

Reminding

Me,

Once more,

That

I am

In

The grasp

Of

Love

Unyielding.