Behold I fall:
Through the spider’s web of
cliches,
Through the paper promises,
Through the question marks at
midnight,
Through the lazy hopefulness,
I fall.
Through the cold unbidden
nightmares,
Through the ash of yesterday,
Through the structures of the
statements,
Through the stairs foundationless,
I fall.
Into love invisible
I fall.
Into star-strong certain hope
I fall.
Into nail-pierced hands
that hold me fast
I fall.
Into alleluias strung across the
sky
I fall.
Not without fear, and yet with
burning joy,
Till the great clamour ceases
And the resting place is found,
Held by the love that called me,
Calls me
Home,
To the centre of all things
Beyond all whirling worlds,
To him
I safely
Fall.
