A beseeching of our souls

in a ceaseless, lovely ache

like the hypnotic quiver

of aspen leaves or the bright

intonation of bells, a resonant,

wistful impulse to surrender

ourselves to Him.

C.L. Fisher, August 2020

Unless otherwise indicated, all content, including writing and images, are the work of C.L. Fisher and may not be copied, used, or distributed without permission.

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