Everything That Stood

Falling, like a child
With no one’s hand
To break the impact
Of a broken body,
Wounded soul
Meeting solid ground.
Grasping in vain at darkness
Crying out for someone to come
And put back together
Everything that stood.
Through the silence
I hear a Voice,
Barely audible
In the deafening solitude
I have created.
Without warning
You take my hands
And help me stand again
Drying my eyes,
Healing my soul.
Today, I stand
On the Rock.