…beauty for ashes; joy instead of mourning; praise instead of heaviness. —Isaiah 61:3
A universe of scent
in these tiny, scalloped
petals draws me in
to a moment of grace —
all the wreaked spaces
in this life have some edge
of beauty, but we must
have souls willing
to accept the broken
imperfection of living,
knowing His love mends
our battered hearts.
—C.L. Fisher, August 2022
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Poetic Meanderings 
While standing on the edge of beauty
For each step back, sweet memories spread on the satin-like petals and the wisps of fragrant aroma smiles
Yet the edge of beauty keeps closing in to fold and to wither
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