“God’s breath in man….the soul in paraphrase, heart in pilgrimage….The Milky Way….the soul’s blood, The land of spices; something understood.” — from Prayer I, By George Herbert

It can taste like salt, awaken our lips,

a thick aroma like the richness 

of cinnamon, the bite of ginger, 

the heavy memory of clove

that lingers, a burnt offering.

The language of our blood, deeper 

than words, a human moaning, 

and, at its holiest, the very groanings 

of the Spirit in us. Our heart-wings 

lifting us beyond the stars, an echo 

into resonant space, stones tossed 

and reverberating on living water,

our souls unmuted

by the very breath

of God.

—C.L. Fisher, June 2020

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