The myth about stars
is that they’re far
from where we are.
You, to a grain of sand at distant end of beach,
may seem colossally out of reach
‘midst vast and varied phenomena,
as is our Sun to Andromeda.
But you could soon traverse the space
arriving freely at the place
where sits the astonished bit of sand
and scoop its galaxy in hand.
Pure stardust blown by breath divine, diversity
of form and kind, all wonder-worlds for you and me:
bright clouds of fish that swim the deep,
profusive blooms from meadow’s weep
of seeds, clear raindrops pooled below
to gather streaming’s river flow
a-sea in waves that stroke the beach
like fingers stretching out to reach,
in awe, the wealth of stars above…
Nothing’s far in the bond of Love.
© 2021 Christina Chase
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.