listen like a miracle
I am falling
like the rain
like the light through the broken clouds
I am falling
like a leaf
whose time it is to drop
like a musical note
carried aloft
to your ear and mine.
I am falling like the sun
like someone
who realises there are no more supports
for the weight we carry,
which we voluntarily adopt.
I am falling
into grace
and love that has no boundaries,
but draws me from my feet
to the floor
where I bow in reverence
to the one who holds me up.
I am falling
but to the relief
that comes from knowing
I am carried on the currents of the wind,
to greater and greater
freedom.
The return to those who give up
their rights,
and fall that they might gain;
to those who hit the floor
to find a universe
under their feet.
Falling by Ana Lisa de Jong
Living Tree Poetry
October 2017
We are God’s thread
weaving through the tapestry,
the masterpiece is slowly
created.
Potential for beauty, we can’t know,
unfolding,
becoming,
revealing glory
so bright
it makes the sun squint
and reach for sunglasses.
Brilliance so far beyond ourselves
we go shining into the gray
as we open to the new jewels appearing,
sparkling in the moonlight.
As we step into the needle’s eye
the angels catch their breath,
cheering our blazing garments,
dazzled by the vision
God is revealing through the creation.
As we surrender to the greatest mystery,
the beauty we inhabit
becomes us,
walking in humble clay
eyes out shining the stars
set in the heavens.
Until we totally disappear and all that’s left
is holiness
so pure
all we can do
is
bow in wonder
at ourselves
and give thanks
as the silk thread
becomes liquid gold and silver
pure and simple
glory
as we realize our place.
We are the temple of our creator.
The home of God.
💞
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he leaves are falling, falling as if from far up,
as if orchards were dying high in space.
Each leaf falls as if it were motioning “no.”
And tonight the heavy earth is falling
away from all other stars in the loneliness.
We’re all falling. This hand here is falling.
And look at the other one. It’s in them all.
And yet there is Someone, whose hands
infinitely calm, hold up all this falling.
🍁
Autumn by Rainer Maria Milke, Trans. by Robert Bly
There’s a thread you follow. It goes among
things that change. But it doesn’t change.
People wonder about what you are pursuing.
You have to explain about the thread.
But it is hard for others to see.
While you hold it you can’t get lost.
Tragedies happen; people get hurt
or die; and you suffer and get old.
Nothing you do can stop time’s unfolding.
You don’t ever let go of the thread.
💞
The Way It Is by William Stafford
Brianna Saussy
life: acoustic & amplified 
