Luminous

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”

A Welcome Surrender

I turned and saw this tree sprawled  against a clouded sky, a stark contrast of autumnal browns against the vibrant blue and white — when I let myself really see the beauty in this world, each moment becomes vital and humbling, the leaves in the final stage before falling, re-turning into the soil, the sunContinue reading “A Welcome Surrender”

Alpha-Breath

The Lord merely spoke, and the heavens were created. He breathed the word, and all the stars were born. —Psalm 33:6, NLT Poetry has always ever-been since  in the beginning breathed the Alpha-Breath. —C.L. Fisher, December 2020 Unless otherwise indicated, all content, including writing and images, are the work of C.L. Fisher and may notContinue reading “Alpha-Breath”

A Thanksgiving Psalm

What graciousness is given to us, all God’s creatures — this earth, a bounteous land  filled with mountains and seas,  filled with green fields and trees, filled with full blooms that offer an incense, pleasing to us  and to Him who gave His all  for us, He who is all. Glory  be to our God,Continue reading “A Thanksgiving Psalm”

The Skins of Trees

That is why I can never stop praising you; I declare your glory all day long. And now, in my old age, don’t set me aside. Don’t abandon me when my strength is failing. — Psalm 71: 8-9 Layers of bark, broken,  cracked like skin, aged  by heat and wind.  These trees have lived  long,Continue reading “The Skins of Trees”

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”