This is the life we have—
this is all we grasp under the
blue of sky and the brightness
of sun and the darkness
of wet clouds falling on us
as creatures that live and die.

And yet, we see the firmament and
the sun, the clouds and the moon,
and we watch the drizzle fall to earth
and we wonder and strive,
carve, make, paint and write.

This is the human in us, divine:
seeing our lives in relief as
artists building something that falls,
yet build we do, against the
wind, the tide, the seeping rain,
under this open sky, surrounded by stars,
making and defying in our
wrestling smiles as we
live this rising and falling
and getting up again.

 

31/10/2026