Sharing some thoughts in verse(ish).
I sit beneath the Oak
on a breezy summer day –
sun through the leaves,
lichen growing on the rain dark tree –
all beautiful to me.
If I’m sitting in a wheelchair,
is the beauty of the moment less?
…Or is it more?
© 2018 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.