FALL - by René Joseph Rilke

FALL 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.