Soothing Balm

The heavens proclaim the glory of God.  The skies display his craftsmanship.  Day after day they continue to speak; night after night they make him known.  They speak without a sound or word; their voice is never heard.  Yet their message has gone throughout the earth, and their words to all the world. — Psalm 19:1-4, NLT

“The poetry of the earth is never gone.” – John Keats

The news from yesterday

and this morning gives

me a dizzy kind of tired;

I press myself to write,

string together some words,

develop an analogy,

create an image, 

work through this new

onset of this incessant

illness, and the process

becomes the same 

as the feeling —

slugging through mud,

but I know what God

gave me when the waves

of Covid first began,

and so I return to that peace —

His faithful word,

the grace of Jesus,

and the soothing balm

of all the beauty in creation, 

from the canopy of morning’s

dawn, to the long night with all

the shimmering stars.

—C.L. Fisher, August 2021

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