Give thanks for what falls. We crush underfoot the acorns that land in our paths, or kick them aside as fodder for wild creatures. We press bruised apples, shaken from their limbs, into cider. We pause in wonder at the rushing torrents that cascade as waterfalls, dropping dramatically, tumultuously, to the river below. Our own bodies sometimes tumble.
Yes, some things that fall are discarded, no longer useful, damaged by the impact upon landing. Some are hurt and broken in the descent, in need of healing and repair. Other things are made glorious by the journey that begins at the top and plummets downward.
Our eyes fall as we grow weary. Night falls as the day ends. Sometimes, falling simply signifies release and reprieve.
Let us give thanks for what falls. — Rev Gail
It is before their own lord that they stand or fall. And they will be upheld, for the Lord is able to make them stand. — Romans 14:4b
My vows to you I must perform, O God;
I will render thank offerings to you. For you have delivered my soul from death,
and my feet from falling,
so that I may walk before God
in the light of life.
— Psalm 56: 12-13
And falling’s just another way to fly. ― Emilie Autumn
It is sometimes a mistake to climb; it is always a mistake never even to make the attempt. If you do not climb, you will not fall. This is true. But is it that bad to fail, that hard to fall? ― Neil Gaiman
Stumbling is not falling. – Malcolm X