“I would like to paint the way a bird sings.” — Claude Monet What do the birds know that makes them join the dawn chorus, silhouettes on a wire, shadows underneath a sleepy moon — they are as primed to greet the sun as the mellow lunar orb is ready to retreat, find rest withinContinue reading “Dawn Chorus”
Tag Archives: Dawn
Shines
We cannot look at the sun for it shines brightly in the sky when the wind clears away the clouds. So also, golden splendor comes from the mountain of God. He is clothed in dazzling splendor. —Job 37:21-22 We cannot look directly into the sun, the brilliance will overcome us, but we see the reflection, the hue,Continue reading “Shines”
Dawning Praises
Wake up, my heart! Wake up, O lyre and harp! I will wake the dawn with my song. —Psalm 57:8 You sing for me and the mountain before the others rise, and I feel as if I could listen to this symphony, your warbles and the quaking leaves, until Jesus walks me home — suchContinue reading “Dawning Praises”
Song of Morning
Look at the birds. They don’t plant or harvest or store food in barns, for your heavenly Father feeds them. And aren’t you far more valuable to him than they are? Can all your worries add a single moment to your life? — Matthew 6:26-27, NLT I’m drawn to the call of the winsome bird,Continue reading “Song of Morning”
August Moon
An August moon in pinkish hues reflects a perfect pastel morning; what wonders wait for those who rise just as late summer’s light is dawning. —C.L. Fisher, August 2021 Unless otherwise indicated, all writings and images are the work of C.L. Fisher and may not be copied, used, or distributed without permission.
A Solitary Silence
No chorus-flock waits atop this spindle-limbed tree as we watch the dawning, just one lone bird, his feathers tucked, sits in sullen silence, mourning. —C.L. Fisher, August 2021 Unless otherwise indicated, all writings and images are the work of C.L. Fisher and may not be copied, used, or distributed without permission.
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”
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”
Inescapable Dawn
The gray-eyed morn smiles on the frowning night, checkering the eastern clouds with streaks of light. — William Shakespeare Shy sun, resting behind a passing cloud, not ready to star in the requirements of hours, he waits behind a gray curtain, but his brilliance escapes, reminding us a full infusion of light will dawn… So,Continue reading “Inescapable Dawn”
Attending
Another breaking dawn and I have been long awake in the darkness, waiting to hear Your voice, some kind of prompting or that sense of belonging You so often enfold me in when I can not sleep. I am finding that when that ease does not come, when I must continue to beseech and grappleContinue reading “Attending”
Poetic Meanderings 