Monday, October 21, 2019

FALL - by René Joseph Rilke


by  René Joseph Rilke

The leaves are falling, falling as from far,
as though celestial gardens withered earthward;
their fall is a denying, silent motion
and in the nights, out of the starry ocean,
the heavy earth falls far from every star.

We fall, unseeing ? Look, this hand descends
and see the other hands: it's in their being.
And yet there's One who holds our fall, foreseeing,
forever gently in His loving hands.