All is held

The leaves are falling, falling as from far off,
as though far gardens withered in the skies;
they are falling with denying gestures.

And in the nights the heavy earth is falling
from all the stars down into loneliness.

We are all falling. This hand falls.
And look at others; it is in them all.

And yet there is One who holds this falling
endlessly gently in his hands.

Rainer Maria Rilke, Autumn

Exquisitely singular

Today you will say things you can predict and other things you could never imagine this minute.

Don’t reject them, let them come through when they’re ready, don’t think you can plan it all out.

This day will never, no matter how long you live, happen again.

It is exquisitely singular. It will never again be exactly repeated.

Naomi Shihab Nye, I’ll Ask You Three Times, Are You OK?: Tales of Driving and Being Driven