Mama and Advent
We celebrated my mother’s 80th birthday yesterday. 80?! That just seems amazing to me. She’s amazing. Especially when you consider that, at this age, she’s still caring for me, her … Continue Reading Mama and Advent
The Eternal Passion
Is all human suffering the same suffering — the suffering of God who is a man? Did He not exist before all of us? Did He not live in the … Continue Reading The Eternal Passion
Cradle Candle
The following poem of mine has been selected for an annual anthology called Harmonic Verse, featuring poetry for the holiday season. It’s based on the tradition that my family had … Continue Reading Cradle Candle
The Gift of Love
A bit o’ poetry… There are innumerable ways to write about love. Maybe because love is infinite? So for this final week of Advent, looking forward to Christmas, I had … Continue Reading The Gift of Love
Two Poems for Mama
With Mother’s Day coming this month, I’m sharing two very little poems. Thankful to God for good mothers everywhere — especially mine on Earth and mine in Heaven! Where do … Continue Reading Two Poems for Mama
Covered by Snow
How long does it take to write a poem? If it’s a good one, then it takes quite a while. If it’s the one below … then about half an … Continue Reading Covered by Snow
Beloved
Have you ever received a letter like the one that came to me, written below? Perhaps one was sent to you, but you never opened it.… My Beloved One, My … Continue Reading Beloved
In the Depths of Winter
Ice crystals of fear at the edges of my heart, a cold chill blows through me; the heavy burden of sorrow snows down, thick, relentless, numbed and blinded by storm … Continue Reading In the Depths of Winter
December 31, 1999
I thought it might be fun to ring in this new year with a poem that I wrote on the eve of the new millennium. No partying like it was … Continue Reading December 31, 1999
The Advent Wreath
Waxen pillars tipped with fire in a ring of evergreen; like our souls, the flames lift higher with our prayers to God unseen. Remember, remember in the bleak of December… Waiting … Continue Reading The Advent Wreath
Inside Out: Advent Week One
Do you ever feel like you’re inside out? Or like the world is? This Advent, I’d like to explore the theme of “light in the midst of darkness.” So I … Continue Reading Inside Out: Advent Week One
Blighted
“The blight’s takin’ her slow, limb by limb,” said the man with the saw, flanneled arms crossed, looking at the pear tree with its hard and gnarled fruit, some naked, … Continue Reading Blighted
Who You Are
What words cannot tell nor images show… No fragrance, no strain of music, no touch can hold on to what I know… You… You, my Lord… You. With that little … Continue Reading Who You Are
Rooted
Rooted. A nice way of saying “stuck.” This tree is stuck, it cannot move unless a force shall blow, or chop, it down dead. Never roaming to distant lands, or … Continue Reading Rooted
Patient
Note the patience of a violet who, when heavy with bee, droops and bows and nearly breaks, as the strange creature bumbles deep within; brought low to the ground, she … Continue Reading Patient
Ode to My Mother
Who was my mother before she was my mother? A little poem from the archives to celebrate Mother’s Day. I love you, Mama! Within Her Hands Within her hands, now … Continue Reading Ode to My Mother
Christina Chase 