Coming Through
The rose came through the rain
better than I did.
The Storm fell suddenly,
heavy, wet, and grey.
The rose met the rain with pretty upturned face,
until the burden bowed her head
and she let one of her petals slip,
like a silk scarf
sighing to the ground.
She stood in full knowledge of her vulnerability,
lovely and patient,
absorbing nourishment from the downpour –
Life itself.
More than enduring the rain, she embraced it,
holding on to each cold drop with her petals and leaves
even as the Sun broke away the clouds…
The rose upheld the tears of Storm,
precious medals starring in the Light,
her head still bowed in quiet victory.
I ran in from the rain, bedraggled and cursing,
shutting myself in with my irritation,
shutting myself out from the glory of the rose.
© 2014 Christina Chase – as posted on ChaseChristina.com
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Although crippled by disease, I'm fully alive in love. I write about the terrible beauty and sacred wonder of life, while living with physical disability and severe dependency. A revert to the Catholic faith through atheism, I'm not afraid to ask life's big questions. I explore what it means to be fully human through my weekly blog and have written a book: It's Good to Be Here, published by Sophia Institute Press.
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Christina the power of this poem is great to look upon oneself
i thought of my ego is this true letting go or staying stuck. I look foward to you posts. till next ciao bella
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Thank you, Donna! When I first wrote this poem, many years ago, I was really only thinking about how vulnerable flowers are in the rain and, yet, beautifully they weather storms. Searching for words and images, I could not help but draw upon Christ on the Cross and also His Mother in the Pieta.
It’s a lot like what you wrote about in I Choose to Embrace My Strokes. Peace and courage to you!
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