A year later
Reblog Monday for July –
Sharing this poem from an online friend and fellow blogger giving tribute to his friend. Not only a tribute to a man of “open spaces” who learned how to live and love again from a wheelchair, but also a testament to true beauty and power: “working with others, for others, because that’s life and it could be loved still, even without legs.”I hope you, my dear readers, enjoy this beautiful and touching poem as much as I did! Albert has great stories and poems, with insights, struggles and wisdom to share on his site: albitoblog.com.
STILL GONE
Where’s Charlie now–
His train left a year ago today.
I was too late to see him off.
Still I pictured him waving
as the engine chugged and slow-rolled
down his favorite tracks out of the city
going east towards the dark river.
Or was it west? through Kansas and the plains. . .
Yes, I think west. He was an open spaces man.
Couldnt sit still even if in a wheel chair.
Charlie knew when he wanted to go.
He had hiked canyons, camped in forests
alone, walked almost into the clouds
of Wyoming with a poem in his pack
about still waters and growing pastures.
When he fell from that tree in his yard
his world became still, small, confined
until broken-bodied Rick, polioed at age ten,
long a friend, told him to get up in his mind,
go back to working with others, for others,
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Christina Chase View All
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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