The fall to earth is never strait, or predictable.
For a while they hold fast, grow, preparing for the fall. A fall that’s inevitable.
We all fall.
I pray when I finally land, others will say I fell with grace.
And when I rest, it will be in fertile soil, in which to spread new roots.
©2022 Mary Grace van der Kroef
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