This week, continuing my summer of poetry, something a bit biographical and a bit whimsical. The story of all of our lives — if we let it be.
Hungry to know,
I’ve always been hungry,
devouring every juicy thing I find,
volumes of green delicacies at hand,
turning leaf after leaf to feed my mind.
Knowledge grows all around me —
I’ve fed on this stuff since my birth,
branching out in exploration,
yet clinging to the solid earth.
something other is calling me,
something other is drawing me out on a limb;
searching within myself, I’m suspended
between known and unknown by a thread so slim.
Hardened to the world of amassing,
where seeing is believing is the norm,
I sense deeply the freedom of my soul
and wondrously transform.
Wet and weak with my fragile newness,
I wait on the precipice steep,
then strengthened by inner prayer I lay open
and, with untried faith, I leap.
Falling into a new world,
I see what I never knew before —
flowers, nectar, bright open skies —
on the breath of God I soar.
What once was unbelievable
is unreal no more.
© 2019 Christina Chase
Although crippled by disease, I am fully alive in love. I write about the profound wonder and terrible beauty of life while living with physical disability and severe dependency. Unafraid to ask life's big questions, I was briefly an atheist and considered other religions before finding, in God's choice to intimately share our humanity, what it truly means to be fully human. A revert to the Catholic Faith, I blog weekly and have written a book called It's Good to Be Here.