Who amongst us isn’t wounded? Who amongst us isn’t crippled in some way? Who amongst us doesn’t bear the scars of past hurt or the pain of present heartache? To be a living human is to breathe in and out, to think with the coursing of blood, to weep and to laugh, to taste a little bit of decay with every pleasure’s sigh.
No one can be alive and stagnant. There must be ebb and flow, the breaking and remolding of every day. For we do not contain within ourselves a still liquid, but, rather, a flowing stream of infinite love that must be given and received, which wears down every hardness and washes away the places of softness – so that ever and more we may be full of living love.
Do not be afraid. Thousands have gone before you and thousands more are following; you are not alone. The One who made the way leads you and protects you on all sides – thus that Beautiful One is the Way. Wounded, crippled, scarred, and pained, the Sublime One is your heartbeat, is your sorrow, is your joy, is the very marrow of your mind and very soul of your soul. See how beautiful? The Heavy-Laden One cries and sings with you – this Healing One waits for you beyond the edge of the last day.
unpublished work © 2015 Christina Chase
I don't call myself a poet — but the beating of my heart is poetry. I don't call myself a theologian — but the light of my mind seeks the Divine. Who I am is a Child of God, a Divine Creation, a person devoted to being fully human, fully alive.