Poem: 23 / Falling

If a body starts to fall
and there’s nothing to stop it falling

how long will it fall
and through how many worlds?

The visions of our hearts pass in a
whooshing whirl

The sounds in our ears of every
symphony ever heard every

conversation exchanged every
trilling bird

The wind rushes past us
coming from in front

And if we start falling apart
but the soul is whole

how will it go?

Will the soul come forth with
bravado?

Or a wisp of intense light that
contains us whole?

The worlds of the past are gone
except for their gongs

going on

And this one crowds around us

And the next one’s unknown
except what the Prophet’s shown

Our souls chime in fear and delight to
know firsthand when

this life is gone

and the body has no more
to fall

and God is all
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5/2/12 (from Down at the Deep End, progressing)

About danielabdalhayymoore

Poet, artist, collagist, publisher, hoping to save a little bit of the world through ecstatic utterance... ordered in balanced lines and unpremeditated images...
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One Response to Poem: 23 / Falling

  1. j3w3lw33d says:

    The sun has has us all. The earth provides the shade.

    Like

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