Autumn-Anne Clark

[00:17.20]The leaves are falling, falling as from far, [00:23.89]as though above were withering farthest gardens; [00:28.46]they fall with a denying attitude. [00:32.67]And night by night, down into solitude, [00:37.37]the heavy earth falls far from every star. [00:49.99]We are all falling. This hand’s falling too – [00:56.55]all have this falling sickness none withstands. [01:01.41]And yet there’s One whose gently-holding hands [01:06.07]this universal falling can’t fall through.