Silk Maiden

The spider skillfully grasps with its hands, and it is in kings’ palaces. — Proverbs 30:28, NKJV How could you ever frighten me? Here you are just a seamstress letting go your silken thread, weaving on purple satin petals, spinning your own translucent web. –C.L. Fisher, August 2021 —C.L. Fisher, August 2021 Unless otherwise indicated,Continue reading “Silk Maiden”

An Hour of Promise

The way of the righteous is like the first gleam of dawn, which shines ever brighter until the full light of day. — Proverbs 4:18, NLT There is this hour before dawn, no longer night but before morning, an in-between dark that holds a promise full light is coming, the first song of birds willContinue reading “An Hour of Promise”

A Gift of Fall

… waving woods and waters wild do hymn an autumn sound. —Elizabeth Barrett Browning We pretend it is fall,  and the world  consents, so we open windows, listen to the steady drops, nap near a window where the cloud- cooled winds gently greet us,  put a soup  on a low,  slow simmer, and linger overContinue reading “A Gift of Fall”

A Loss of Appetite

We are pressed on every side by troubles, but we are not crushed. We are perplexed, but not driven to despair. —2 Corinthians 4:8, NLT He told me over oatmeal about some news story —some horrible event that happened somewhere— but I didn’t hear the details, I didn’t ask for more, I scooped up aContinue reading “A Loss of Appetite”

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. — PsalmContinue reading “Soothing Balm”

Witnessing Grace

As each one has received a gift, minister it to one another, as good stewards of the manifold grace of God. —1 Peter 4:10 Light breaks just beyond these aging limbs, this kindly tree with its split bark and thinning canopy is still offering a single  cascade of  fuchsia blooms— morning’s gift of dewy blossoms—Continue reading “Witnessing Grace”

Another Sunrise

We set out before dawn, again, as we have so many times before, across the lawn,  down by the park, further  through a neighborhood we have walked for over a quarter of a century, our path must be a groove in some spots by now — how many times have we  been shaded by ourContinue reading “Another Sunrise”