All things fail but there is one.
When frailty falls , a hand falls
Loose by a bed yet there is one
Who is tender knight by night
Who holds frail hand, in a fall
Like leaf falls loose from tree.
He holds tender and ineffable
All things that fall from frailty.
He holds words from their fall.
He holds our words in free fall
Like golden leaves falling free
Like hand he holds from a fall.
(following Rilke’s beautiful poem Autumn)