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”

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”

Beauty in Brambles

We forget that amid the thorns, throughout the thick briar patch, along with the weeds and thatch, in hard granite and under stones, even in the bogs and hidden deep in swamps, there is always, always beauty in the brambles, if we are willing to look. —C.L. Fisher, July 2020 Unless otherwise indicated, all content,Continue reading “Beauty in Brambles”

Chasing Butterflies

“We delight in the beauty of the butterfly, but rarely admit the changes it has gone through to achieve that beauty.” — Maya Angelou Sometimes we chase butterflies, attracted to the finished bloom of wing, the sweet flutter of refined beauty,  the canvas completed, the masterpiece; but there is change and hard work  that mustContinue reading “Chasing Butterflies”

The Artist

A moonbeam rides along the angled roof and sits in the hollows under eaves outside my window as I consider starlight in drifts, like mist blown on ink. The blue haloed Venus has light distilled to white and then diffused into a translucence of beautiful gauze. Moon, stars, all glorious on God’s obsidian canvas, andContinue reading “The Artist”