When I first read Denise Levertov’s “Suspended”, it amazed me with the perfect way it blended the starkness of life with the delicate beauty of grace. You can read her poem here, in a wonderful post from CPX of their favourite religious poems, and here is my own response to Levertov.
Even So, Even So (After “Suspended”) No sense can receive the sense Of what it is that catches me; You sing of joy, joy, in your heart And I, sometimes, can know that joy, and yet It is not clapping which sustains. Hands that have no atoms hold me; Even so, even so, in their infinite, silent substance they Keep my frail floating self from All these chasms that it seeks.
The Consolations of Writing 