“Not one sparrow shall fall to the ground without your Father “

And so it is with falling,
with weather and with cadence
with things we see and cease to see,
windfall, rainfall, nightfall,
and things we hear – the sound of words,
rhythm of talk, of footfall

Nothing falls alone,
and everything is met
in the unknown place of falling
where no one can see it –
the story drops from view
but hasn’t ended,
the needs of each one there
tenderly tended.

©Wendy Mulhern
September 24, 2020