Free-falling, no impact, no finite end.
Endlessly given second chances.
Compassion sprinkled on every aspect,
Platter after platter served in abundance,
And yet, opposition stands.
Gravity commences and ground can be seen.
Closer and closer, little chance at living, then--
The chute is pulled, the ground crumbles through,
Like pieces of a puzzle, jumbled once more.
The falling continues, in perfect ecstasy, until doubt comes again.
A cycle familiar, yet never learned.
A grace daily given, but never earned.
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