This blog is supposed to be about the daily joys~they are still here, just harder to see this week.
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| on the walk to the Post |
The 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, holding up all this falling.
~Rilke
And for some reason, that poem sparked this line, Than rang the bells more loud and deep, God is not dead, nor does He sleep. The wrong shall fail, the right prevail, with peace on earth goodwill to men."
ReplyDeleteIt's the leaves, falling up. It somehow was reminiscent of ...bells.
*ponders warily that her mind works oddly*
It completely makes sense to me! Especially in this region with so many church spires/steeples right next to huge, beautiful trees!
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