Falling is a way to die
from the high bridges and planes
some tempted fate, others tried
suicide, escaped their pains.
Dying is a way to fall;
To God's call our soul replies
and heads home, while flesh and bone
in graves thrown can never rise.
Falling is a way to fly:
soaring high kites look like gulls
but grounded by a strong string.
Though winds bring it high, earth pulls.
written May, 2011