“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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Poetic Meanderings 