Poetry Thursday: Rilke, falling leaves
Autumn
The leaves are falling, falling as if from afar,
as if withered in the distant gardens of heaven;
with nay-saying gestures they fall.
And in the nights falls the heavy earth
from all the stars into loneliness.
We all are falling. This hand there falls.
And look at the other: it is in all of them.
And yet there is one, who holds all this
falling with infinite gentleness in his hands.
--by Rainer Maria Rilke
I am so grateful; where would we be, all of us lonely falling souls, without an infinitely gentle hand to hold us?
1 comments:
Amen Jen!
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