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”
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.
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.
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”
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”
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”
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”
I write in purple ink, lean into the lavender and lilac hues of blooms, linger in the violet and orchid sounds that resonate in the deep vibrations of the cello, dream of fields of thistle and heather, live in moods of mauve and periwinkle, long to paint my home with the dust of amethysts, allowContinue reading “Dawn”
“However long the night, the dawn will break.” — African Proverb I rise quietly, slip my robe across my shoulders and leave you sleeping, make my way to the kitchen, peek out of the small window, allow my eyes to adjust and focus on the silhouette of trees standing still in the last of theContinue reading “Entering Dawn”
My heart is steadfast, O God, my heart is steadfast; I will sing and give praise. Awake, my glory! Awake, lute and harp! I will awaken the dawn. — Psalm 57:7-8, NLT Before the line of traffic, the sloshing of my commuter coffee, the tempting text that dings while I’m driving, the hectic first moments whenContinue reading “Easy Listening”