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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


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


Potential for beauty, we can’t know,



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


bow in wonder

at ourselves

and give thanks

as the silk thread

becomes liquid gold and silver

pure and simple


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

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