Falling Down Stairs

Sometimes at night in the darkness I fall down stairs.

Make things
To break things
Grow things
To throw things
Mend things
To send things
Sow things
To blow things
Away

The soul's lot
A tight knot
The mind
Entwined
Caught
Wrought
And the heart
Torn apart
Simply
Limp


Not really
Just early
Morning
Dawning
Yawning
New day
Same way
The night
And light
Confused
Diffused
Like me
In the dark

By the same token
Broken
Feel here
Kneel here
Stay with me
Pray with me
Before the cross
Dedicate my loss

You know it's real
But no big deal
Within the larger picture
Where all crowned in lace
I see the vision of his face.
Around my head
Swirling shadows
Of the dead
And be aware
At the turning
Of the stair
This life is never fair.

Passing
“Faster than the weaver’s shuttle.” Job

JL Feb 5 13:02