Wake up, my heart! Wake up, O lyre and harp! I will wake the dawn with my song. —Psalm 57:8
You sing for me
and the mountain
before the others
rise, and I feel
as if I could listen
to this symphony,
your warbles
and the quaking
leaves, until
Jesus walks
me home —
such clarity
of voice soothes
a pining ache,
that need to
worship elemental,
pruned to the root
of being before
the naming
of things,
one soul
gazing over
the whole world
overwhelmed by purity.
—C.L. Fisher, October 2021
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Poetic Meanderings 