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Are We Held

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          ARE WE HELD


Space-time in Einstein's universe

Bends like a roof above our head,

And underneath our restless feet

Curves like runners on a sled.


It seems we cannot wholly fall

Through sudden rents in outer space;

Space-time would toss us lightly back

To bounce into our destined place.


The heart has inner solitudes

As vast as telescopes can scan;

The world beyond the Milky Way

Are not more lonely than a man.


Yet through this inner universe

Move constant stars with names we know,

And many suns and smaller moons

Within its darkness gently glow;


And is this inner space-time curved

Like circling arms below, above,

And are we held, and cannot fall

Through holes within the web of love?


by Winifred Rawlins, from Dreaming Is Now, Golden Quill Press, 1963