Snowflakes
Falling, falling, forever falling.
We know of nothing else.
Our lives are formed by attraction.
Something draws us closer
It is a pull we feel.
The grounded feel it also
growing in them all their lives
until they stop
to be a part of some much larger
heartbeat than their own.
We do not mind this quiet life at times
watching our brothers and sisters
falling by our side.
We were all born to fall.
We come from the same Father
falling jointly to those who have gone before.
We will rest inside each others’ memory.
Side by side alike in our falling
but different in so many ways.
No two of us alike.
A lifetime given to us all
however great, however small
until we land.
Some will land in the night
some will go to the light
the luckiest of all
are those who fall
to a child’s out-stretched tongue,
what better way
for snowflakes to be done.
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