We Are All Fallen
– comment by Newt Gingrich, 2012 Republican Presidential nominee
There was childhood: wispy residence of dreams,
of imagination, of possibility. A time before standing,
before falling, before exile.
I fell, as we all fall. How many times have I fallen?
I fell without wings, sometimes knowing I was falling,
I fell, tensing my heart for impact, for injuries.
I fell onto thorns and stones, into a poverty of grace,
into harsh and righteous judgment.
I fell and rose again, but never to the same height.
I rose again carrying wistfulness and regret,
carrying an endless weight like Sisyphus with his boulder.
I rose again because this is a life: imperfect, fallen.
I watched others fall, suspending judgment.
Falling and falling, watching others fall
I preach no sermons except compassion.
I know I will fall again, though not how far, how often:
I will fall and rise, fall again until I call fall no more.