Falling

We are falling forever
Through eternal space
No finish line
In an endless race

Brushed by a breath
From the Face Of God
Drawn like a flower
From the Holy Sod

Tracing a word
In the deepest dark
Finger of Fire
From a Holy Spark

Writing a tome
On the path of man
Opened at judgment
By the Holy Hand

So never forget
The Golden Rule
Do unto others
As you'd have them do