<html aria-label="message body"><head><meta http-equiv="content-type" content="text/html; charset=utf-8"></head><body style="overflow-wrap: break-word; -webkit-nbsp-mode: space; line-break: after-white-space;"><div dir="auto" style="overflow-wrap: break-word; -webkit-nbsp-mode: space; line-break: after-white-space;"><span style="white-space: pre-wrap; font-size: 22px;">Falling Through</span><br style="font-size: 22px;"><br style="font-size: 22px;"><span style="white-space: pre-wrap; font-size: 22px;"> I have fallen through,</span><br style="font-size: 22px;"><span style="white-space: pre-wrap; font-size: 22px;"> and though it felt like dying,</span><br style="font-size: 22px;"><span style="white-space: pre-wrap; font-size: 22px;"> once below, I saw the bottom</span><br style="font-size: 22px;"><span style="white-space: pre-wrap; font-size: 22px;"> of things lighted from above</span><br style="font-size: 22px;"><span style="white-space: pre-wrap; font-size: 22px;"> and this has made the difference.</span><br style="font-size: 22px;"><br style="font-size: 22px;"><span style="white-space: pre-wrap; font-size: 22px;">Of course, this is not the end of it.</span><br style="font-size: 22px;"><span style="white-space: pre-wrap; font-size: 22px;">Like Sisyphus or Prometheus,</span><br style="font-size: 22px;"><span style="white-space: pre-wrap; font-size: 22px;">each day re-enacts the whole thing.</span><br style="font-size: 22px;"><br style="font-size: 22px;"><span style="white-space: pre-wrap; font-size: 22px;">Each day, I wrestle with waves</span><br style="font-size: 22px;"><span style="white-space: pre-wrap; font-size: 22px;">of doubt and fear and recurring</span><br style="font-size: 22px;"><span style="white-space: pre-wrap; font-size: 22px;">blindnesses, and then, if I suffer</span><br style="font-size: 22px;"><span style="white-space: pre-wrap; font-size: 22px;">or love enough, I fall through</span><br style="font-size: 22px;"><span style="white-space: pre-wrap; font-size: 22px;">and die to my undoing again,</span><br style="font-size: 22px;"><span style="white-space: pre-wrap; font-size: 22px;">t</span><span style="white-space: pre-wrap; font-size: 22px;">o where it’s holy to be silent</span><div><div style="font-size: 22px;"><span style="white-space: pre-wrap;">and adrift, and there I see the</span><br><span style="white-space: pre-wrap;">belly of all fear lighted from</span><br><span style="white-space: pre-wrap;">above.</span><br><br><span style="white-space: pre-wrap;">And this makes you and me</span><br><span style="white-space: pre-wrap;">and the stranger we avoid</span><br><span style="white-space: pre-wrap;">shine like the flawed beings</span><br><span style="white-space: pre-wrap;">we are.</span><br><br><span style="white-space: pre-wrap;">It makes me leave the house</span><br><span style="white-space: pre-wrap;">unlocked and enter the world</span><br><span style="white-space: pre-wrap;">full of praise. It makes me</span><br><span style="white-space: pre-wrap;">reach through the fire</span><br><span style="white-space: pre-wrap;">in reckless song.</span><br><br><span style="white-space: pre-wrap;"><span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"> </span>- Mark Nepo</span></div></div></div></body></html>