Posted October 18, 2018 by Christina Chase2 Comments life and death

Sugar Maple in Autumn

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:

Christina Chase

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.

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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.