The leaves fall, fall as if from far away,
as if distant gardens were withering in the heavens;
they fall with a gesture of denial.
And in the nights, the heavy earth falls
from all the stars into solitude.
We all fall. This hand falls.
And look at others: it is in all of them.
And yet there is One who holds this falling
infinitely gently in His hands.
Rainer Maria Rilke
