Psalms 94:18
when I thought,”My foot slips,”
your steadfast love oh Lord held me up
he helped me up
grounds shook
normal was not there anymore
I lost my footing
I staggered
what I had known was
gone
was taken from me
spiraling in space
wondering where land
O pray that like a
cat I land on my feet
no ground in sight
the ground had been
removed
it was but a
temporary ground
framed as a
permanent firm ground
and there I was
spiralling
a hand
strong hands
the hands of a
father
O that I may land in his hands
the hands that held me up
Our father in heaven hallowed be thy name
Selah
©️2026 Catherine Maina
Fountains of hope poetry 