Which is why I was so excited that my friend, Alex, told me to check out R.M. Rilke:
I am so glad that no matter where I am, He is there, holding me up, sustaining me.
The leaves are falling, falling as if from far up,
as if orchards were dying high in space.
Each leaf falls as if it were motioning "no."
And tonight the heavy earth is falling
away from all other stars in the loneliness.
We're all falling. This hand here is falling.
And look at the other one. It's in them all.
And yet there is Someone, whose hands
infinitely calm, holding up all this falling.
Translated by Robert Bly