it's rough sometimes


The leaves are falling, falling as from far off,
as though far gardens withered in the skies;
they are falling with denying gestures.
And in the nights the heavy earth is falling
from all the stars down into loneliness.
We are all falling. This hand falls.
And look at others; it is in them all.
And yet there is One who holds this falling
endlessly gently in his hands.

Rainer Maria Rilke

1 comment:

silly, selfish, and searching... said...

um...i'm a theif and am stealing this. i can't help myself....reading this along while listening to your wonderful song selection leaves me feeling as though.....im falling. :) but seriously. stop me, if you can! mauauahahahaha.