They Are Falling All Around Me

Who can find a virtuous woman? for her price is far above rubies.

Well. It has happened again. A dear, dear friend has passed away. At a frightfully young age. With cruel speed and surprise. I can only hope beyond hope that she didn't suffer, but logic tells me otherwise. May she rest in peace and rise in the glory she steadfastly believed in. No doubt, I will attempt to string some semblence of words together that might convey the meaning she brought to me and the heaviness of such a loss. But not today.


Today there are these words, only:


They Are Falling
By Bernice Johnson Reagon/ Sweet Honey in the Rock

They are falling all around me
They are falling all around me
They are falling all around me
The strongest leaves on my tree

Every paper brings the news that
Every paper brings the news that
Every paper brings the news that
The teachers of my life are moving on

Oh, death comes and rests so heavy
Death comes and rests so heavy
Death comes and rests so heavy
Your face I will never see, never see you anymore

But I’m not really gon’na leave you
I’m not really gon’na leave you
You’re not really gon’na leave me

It is your path I walk
It is your song I sing
It is your load I take on
It is your air I breathe

It’s the record you set that makes me go on
It’s your strength that helps me stand
You’re not really gon’na leave me
(oh…)

I have tried to sing my song right
(I will try to sing my song right)
I have tried to sing my song right
(I will try to sing this song right)

I have tried to sing my song right
Be sure to let me hear from you

~

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