The Walk: Falling Leaves
Leaves are falling, falling as if from afar,
as if, far off in the heavens, gardens were wilting.
And as they fall, their gestures say "it's over."
In the night the heavy Earth is falling
from out of all the stars into loneliness.
We all are falling. This hand here is falling.
Just look: it is in all of us.
Yet there is one who holds this falling
with infinite tenderness in her hands.
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In this free fall that is life, how nice to think there is some presence there to catch us (can that be possible?).
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