The Fallen

Rain falls to earth;

Earth falls through space

To the sun;

The sun falls

Through the galaxy;

And somewhere
At the edge of the known,

The Master watches over

The fallen, because

He is

The only One

Not falling.

Photo of Earth taken from Apollo 17. Photo from http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Earth.

Rituals

There's comfort in the rituals

That rope us to repeating patterns.

Same snooze button, same cup, same coffee,

I passed that building today and yesterday,

And the day before,

With the same thought looping through my mind.

Tiring of the same, I revolt,

Eager to step outside my role.

Yet, even when I abandon the inner circle,

The rituals come with me.

The coffee cup must follow me relentlessly

To any foreign land or domicile,

And while I am deep walking in newness,

The building that I used to pass each day

Loops again through my mind

To comfort me.