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Monday, October 19, 2015

After the Fall

The gaze of a mother to child at her breast
Falling the infant that’s learning to walk
Calling and crying and learning to talk
Shifting and sighing, a mother’s gaze falls
To the child, to the child who has left.

The leaf that was green growing red on the tree
Falling the season of warm into cold
Calling and sighing the birds are grown old
All migrating, the leaf oh so gently now falls
Not so late, not too late to be free.

In bad ways, in troubles, in pain and in loss.
Falling from grace was the infant grown old
Calling for mercy the infant grown bold
Mercy denied him, a mother’s gaze falls
To the child, to the child, to the cost.

Falling after the Fall.

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