Jump, and I’ll break your fall

(a poem inspired by this news story)

You, in the second story window,
look not to the concrete beneath you,
look not to the fire behind you,
look not to the impossibility around you.
 
Jump, and I’ll break your fall.
 
Your past is burning,
and the next step will cause you pain, but
you must choose, this moment, to live.
 
Jump, and I’ll break your fall.
 
Look to my eyes for courage.
Look to my body for softening.
Look to my arms for kindness.
 
Jump, and I’ll break your fall.
 
Commit to this moment
and my body will commit with you.
Commit to your future
and I won’t let you start alone.
Commit to this choice
and I’ll absorb some of your pain.
 
Jump, and I’ll break your fall.

There is beauty in this season of decay

What beauty can you find in this season of decay?

Where is an ending being marked by a shift of colours?

What things are dying so that other things may be born?

Are your petals letting go to make room for next year’s blossoms?

What is migrating to a new home?

Are seeds surrendering to the wind in order to lay dormant for a season?

There is beauty in this season of decay.

Pause for a moment and savour it.

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