Surrendered Beauty

And if God cares so wonderfully for flowers that are here today and thrown into the fire tomorrow, He will certainly care for you. Why do you have so little faith?  — Luke 12:28, NLT A rose, so full from the beautiful  blossoms of life, fell over  near my feet, too heavy  to uphold herContinue reading “Surrendered Beauty”

Without Breath

Let the fields and their crops burst out with joy! Let the trees of the forest sing for joy… — Psalm 96:12, NLT Would you weep with me if we imagined a world with no trees? No arching branches, no swaying canopies, no stately crowns, no fruit-laden boughs no music through leaves, no root-tilled ground, Continue reading “Without Breath”

The Bur Oak Tree

I enjoy the serene offerings of cornflower blue lantana, the pleasing scent of yellow shrub roses, the moonlight glow of the blue plumbago that all grow near or under the canopy of this strong bur oak, a shield and protector  in this tiny garden I roam.   This day, this hard day when  life is setContinue reading “The Bur Oak Tree”

The Lilies Blush

….Look at the lilies of the field and how they grow….—Mathew 6:28, NLT The lilies reveal a soulful blush, adorned by these subtle hues infusing the silky blooms, an imbibing of burgundy  rising as the petals yield to a harmony of color, tinges of living green, flecks of darkened pink, a watercolor of perfection flowering.Continue reading “The Lilies Blush”

Finding Poetry

I find it in the spilling autumn  leaves, the harvesting of apples, the ladybug clinging to clover,  the lavender dawning on a new horizon, the fire of one lone star sparking through a cloudy dusk — the moment my heart knew beauty was created by God, at that instance, I knew poetry. —C.L. Fisher, October 2020 Unless otherwise indicated, allContinue reading “Finding Poetry”

Keepers

The earth is the Lord’s, and everything in it. The world and all its people belong to him. —Psalm 24:1, NLT We miss so many details  from our standing perch and our fast nod-and-walk-by approach to life.  To really see one must get down into the living, spend time under trees, on the ground amidContinue reading “Keepers”

Gentle Souls

There are gentle souls, those who tread lightly when breaking new ground, careful not to disturb all that is living. Those with caring hands, that reach into soil, nourish the land, harvest that growth; they give out, give back. You see them, bodies bent as they work, the very act like prayer as they tendContinue reading “Gentle Souls”

Detached

“Flowers are the music of the ground.  From earth’s lips spoken without sound.” — Edwin Curran I snipped green stems in angled lines, renewing the vein, a cut required for water, a temporary reprieve before the completion of certain decay. I photographed these charming blooms, profuse with color and releasing the heady aroma of florals,Continue reading “Detached”