A searching soul on a daily pilgrimage,
seeking wisdom as a solitary, solemn
traveler, silent and open to all God
will give — what only God can give —
to those humbled before the truth
of His essentialness. I stand
outside and consider creation,
astounded by this expanse I could fall
into as I stare into a welcoming sky;
my soul pushes the limits of skin;
my ruach, my spirit, longs
to be free of this bone ship
that hefts me on the sea of
human frailty, wrecks me on a shore
where sin swells in cold waves
that drown, but I am saved;
the salt from the spray, a tingle on my lips,
reminds me this struggle, this day
to day, is temporary; our souls will soar;
we will lift up on wings like eagles,
carried on the song of angels, past
stars and moon and space
into His evermore.
—C.L. Fisher, May 2020
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2 thoughts on “Evermore”
Beautiful. Simply stunning!
Such kind words! Thank you for blessing me with your time and thoughtfulness.
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