The womb that cannot bear new life
is, instead, bearing pain.
Seemingly meaningless and devoid of promise,
for the hard grip – twisted deformed rocks –
makes it unrecognized as gift…
The fruit of love conceived
in union with the Pierced Heart
shedding blood, suffering,
giving of oneself for the other…
The womb that cannot carry
feels the weight of souls.
© 2017 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.
Christina, thank you for this poem. I’m sure even the men among your readers will feel some of the weight laid upon you and lift it up to the Crucified. Will.
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Will above speaks well for all of us. Still it also hurts spiritually just a bit to know that we can never truly “feel your pain,” Christina, or somehow lessen (by sharing) your suffering — except through faith and through trying to reach you lovingly with words.. Your powerful writing keeps us in touch with the eternal body of Christ that we all are. Keep sending out these messages of trust and hope.
Thank you Albert and Will for your compassion and encouragement. These are great gifts of Christ himself!
Suffering is universal, though the particulars are our own. Nobody can bodily suffer every human suffering – not even Christ. When Christ chose to suffer for us, to suffer WITH us, he made suffering itself an act of love – if willingly united to his love. Therein lies something of the Mystery of redemptive suffering – something to explore more deeply later, I think…
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