the universe forms
such dissimilar things as storms
and roses, galaxies and shells – with familiar tells.
© 2017 Christina Chase
This is Part 2 of my journey of faith chronicled through Fibonacci poems
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.