Profound: the purpose, the source, the destination
Falling, like a penny dropped
from a tower high in heaven’s realm,
the ground so far tis but imagination
that holds it in my mind,
and falling but a feeling grim
with no real understanding
that there is a ground at all.
So falling is what I am,
my flight no course I’ve chosen,
just knowing that never still I’ll always be,
falling from one state to another,
yet impact my fear, my doubt
holds me in expectancy,
that death will greet me at the end of my fall.
Yet here I am, falling still,
a flight of sorts, a freedom of movement,
but I cannot see the ground,
is it there, or my thoughts profound,
not knowing what this is,
this life of falling till I’m delivered safe to what,
or is this life at all?
Falling, like a penny dropped from heaven,
am I a soul unleashed,
the fall my conscious birth to earthly life,
or could this dream be my angel wings to find,
to save this body
before I greet the ground,
and my end to mark my beginning?
Tony DeLorger © 2016