Thursday, October 13, 2011

Falling from Grace

Photo: (c) Jamie K. Reaser

Where I sat on the crumbling brick wall

the pigeon fell,

gasping its last two breaths in my lap

while our eyes introduced our souls.

When I looked to heavens above,

there was only sky, cobalt blue.

What were the chances?

I know what it is to fall from grace -

That rocket-shot tumble

facilitated by your own dead weight

thundering the surface identity into

a direct collision course with

the very foundation of Life.

The impact is the point.

So many times, I’ve missed it.


It took a poisoned pigeon

to teach me this:

“Rest your weary wings

and unfold your heart

on the way down.”

It’s the only way

to land with Grace.

© 2011-2013/Jamie K. Reaser
Published in "Sacred Reciprocity: Courting the Beloved in Everyday Life" and "Wild Life: New and Selected Poems" (


  1. Wow, another awesome one. I keep reading it over and over. I think I like this site. :)

    "I know what it is to fall from grace"

    I can relate to that on so many levels. I wonder if there is a human being anywhere that wouldn't feel the same resonating impact of those words in the center of their being as I feel in mine. Thank you for saying it, making the rest of us feel not-so-alone in our own fall(s).


  2. Thank you Bill. And thank you for sharing the beauty under a Big Sky. May it source many a grace-filled landing.

  3. Indeed Mickey. The experience with the pigeon happened over a decade ago, but has very much remained a part of my journey. Teachers show up in all forms and circumstances.