From the Sky
There are no words I can speak other than time. The sweet words of space say everything inside of me. Look at the fallen leaf. Pulling it from high branches requires such effort. But when it falls when ready it dances with such grace often times gently before your feet. Pick me up then and walk me home in your hands as this surprise fell just for you today from the sky.
I fall one thousand times a day for you. Each time you want to tug my hand, think of the sad face of the leaf – how it crumbles when moved with force. Remember the miracles that fall with time.
of a song