“Leaves are falling, falling as if from afar,
as if, far off in the heavens, gardens were wilting.
And as they fall, their gestures say “it’s over.â€
In the night the heavy Earth is falling
from out of all the stars into loneliness.
We all are falling. This hand here is falling.
Just look: it is in all of us.
Yet there is one who holds this falling
with infinite tenderness in her hands.â€
From Book of Images by Rainer Maria Rilke
