Sugar Maple in Autumn

The glory has just begun. The light of the inner sun radiates within every leaf, shining pale green at the heart and, growing bolder, the golden fire glowing more intensely as it spreads wide and high, out to the furthest reach, flames smolder at tips of fingers, orange praise against the hard blue sky.
Too good for this world…
A soul transfigured by heavenly rays, rising up, trembling in brightness – it must burst with life and break through to the other side… beyond fading, beyond dimness, to everlasting light!
Worn remnants
of earthly splendor left
to fall,
in heavy sighs
and whispered
goodbyes.
© 2015 Christina Chase
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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.
Lovely…..just lovely. You’ve captured the heart of the burning splendor of my favourite tree! (one day, create prose about the weeping willow….my other favourite!)
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I love Weeping Willows! But, sadly, there’s no longer one nearby for me to gaze upon…
As always, thank you for reflecting with me!
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Reblogged this on Divine. Incarnate. and commented:
Under the weather, as they say, (what does that mean, anyway?)
So, on this lovely autumn day, with wind and leaves at play,
In hues of orange, green, and blue, a bit of prosetry swirls in view—
From bygone days, it’s true, but perhaps it’s new to you:
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Yesterday I was watching the leaves – willow and sycamore maple mostly – drifting down the River Stour. No-one to share it with at the time but you’ve done me that service! Thank you, Will.
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3000 miles apart, and yet connected in an instant by the touch of falling leaves. Peace
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