an original work.

there once were two children
called alice and alec
who sped hither and thither
nonstop wreaking havoc.
thus causing their mother
quite filled with chagrin
to be constantly moaning
"alice and alec!"

You must go by a way wherein there is no ecstasy

Suspended
Denise Levertov

I had grasped God's garment in the void
but my hand slipped
on the rich silk of it.
The 'everlasting arms' my sister loved to remember
must have upheld my leaden weight
from falling, even so,
for though I claw at empty air and feel
nothing, no embrace,
I have not plummeted.