A Poet’s Release

Unraveling words that speak, an exhalation that saves me before suffocating in the thick folds of life…what  I can’t escape becomes like woolen drapes enclosing a cramped space, and I stare into  that darkness until some part of me breaks, a release that pulls me out into the airy translucence of sun where all poetryContinue reading “A Poet’s Release”


A crumpled page of some fragmented  composition, a canvas  with one lone stoke washed upon it, a partially molded  bit of clay, a tattered bolt of forgotten cloth, an unraveling of yarn  where the needles stopped….Art abandoned becomes a message  of its own, the leavings of a heart, expression  left untold. —C.L. Fisher, March 2021Continue reading “Leavings”

The Depths We Miss

Too often we hurry past a universe of beauty, depths just waiting to remind us that we live on a remarkable planet amid an astounding variety of created life. There is art in places we never think to look, there is loveliness that you must pause to see, so still your being  and perceive theContinue reading “The Depths We Miss”

To Slumber

I dream of painting and then I paint my dream. — Vincent Van Gogh  Sleep calls, that deep and evocative fall into unconsciousness, where gauzy, dreamy metaphors overtake us, carry us along to places  only our soul can comprehend. —C.L. Fisher, March 2021 Unless otherwise indicated, all content, including writing and images, are the workContinue reading “To Slumber”

A Dynamic Slate

Yet God has made everything beautiful for its own time. He has planted eternity in the human heart, but even so, people cannot see the whole scope of God’s work from beginning to end. —Ecclesiastes 3:11 How does the slender stem  hold the long and silky petals and the pollen filled center pillow of theContinue reading “A Dynamic Slate”


I consider the moon, the gray moon luminous, the yellow moon joyous, the full moon voluminous, the blue moon harmonious, each phase full of expectations  that this beautiful creation offers poetry in the most  wondrous ways.   The moon is a miracle, a reminder of a God  of imagination, a renderer of art, a passionateContinue reading “Luminous”

This Joy

This joy pushes at my skin, leaves my heart fluttering  in breathless wonder — I am allowed to create; so, may I write in humility,  a beautiful lowliness,  the recognition that I am  a created being guarded  by the Almighty, shaped by His hands, safe in His arms, one through Jesus. I am overwhelmed byContinue reading “This Joy”


The clear water strokes over,  colors the stream like a live  painting, the water a brush  moving over stones in tones of amber, sage, citrine —  some covered in shades  of green moss below fish gliding over, glinting like quicksilver, swimming over earthen shaded pebbles  –raw sienna to  burnt umber —  peaceful mosaics under theContinue reading “Mosaic”