Love Poem: Falling

Falling

In praise, I welcome the days 
when I stumble and fall, 
the days of love and loss, 
as well as the mornings I rise 
to fly again.
For If I did not fall, I would never
welcome the dawn or answer God’s call. 
As my chest rises and falls with every breath,
I welcome the coming and going of days –
the hope of each painted sunrise and 
the wishful wink of moonglow at nightfall, 
the gentle days of falling sunlight or 
stormy days of falling rain. 
Beyond my sight, an all-encompassing sky 
embodies earth and her intricacies abound. 
Her distinctive beauty reflected all around
in splashing colors. Their endless brilliance,
an illumination, falling from above and below, 
as I breathe every brush of air into my soul.
Every creation within my sight, 
beneath this never-ending sky,
falls on my tongue in pictorial praise,
falls on my tongue in words of love.
I welcome every rise and fall,
every awakening of nature on life’s journey.
I welcome, when the day is done,
my imperfections and frailties,
the beauty of humanity, 
the falling of you and I 
as one.


Written 5/26/20 for Kai Michael Neumann's
Falling Poetry Contest