In the Winnowing Wind

As the deer longs for streams of water, so I long for you, O God — Psalm 42:1

The gentle creatures,

the ones who seem

to arise from the brush,

emerge from the trees,

quietly appearing

as if from air,

remind us 

of the constant care

God gives —

protection, provision,

peaceful surroundings —

because He loves

and attends His creation

as He did in the beginning,

as He does now, 

and when I am still

enough to listen, 

I hear His assurance

in the winnowing wind

through the trees

and my heart

rests in the truth

of my existence —

I am a daughter

of the King.

—C.L. Fisher, September 2021

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

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