Under the weather, as they say, (what does that mean, anyway?)
So, on this lovely autumn day, with wind and leaves at play,
In hues of orange, green, and blue, a bit of prosetry swirls in view—
From bygone days, it’s true, but perhaps it’s new to you:
Photo © 2015 Dan Chase
The glory has just begun. The light of the inner sun radiates within every leaf, shining pale green at the heart and, growing bolder, the golden fire glowing more intensely as it spreads wide and high, out to the furthest reach, flames smolder at tips of fingers, orange praise against the hard blue sky.
Too good for this world…
A soul transfigured by heavenly rays, rising up, trembling in brightness – it must burst with life and break through to the other side… beyond fading, beyond dimness, to everlasting light!
of earthly splendor left
in heavy sighs
© 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.