Where He Fell

Where He Fell 

(“I said, ‘My foot is slipping. But Lord, your faithful love kept me from falling.” Psalm 94:18)

“It was merely silence (he said)
that caused me to lose my footing.”
Startled by the void,
he wished for just one hand;
flesh, blood, veins, fingernails.

No.

A face.

Because when he tumbled from the grainy path
all he saw, all he visioned, like stone mirages,
were fingers pointed at his place of departure.

He needed a face;
mouth, eyes, wrinkles, words
to show that him where he fell

Was the open door he had longed for.