Because of God’s tender mercy, the morning light from heaven is about to break upon us… —Luke 1:78, NLT There is a song at dawn when the lilac dust mixes with awakening hues of orange — a peachy blend of sweet violins and airy-bright flutes. —C.L. Fisher, May 2022 Unless otherwise indicated, all writings and imagesContinue reading “Dawn’s Song”
The little ladybugs in shiny-red polka dot dresses dance on edges of ivory-blush roses celebrating the fresh kiss of morning. —C.L. Fisher, April 2022 Unless otherwise indicated, all writings and images are the work of C.L. Fisher and may not be copied, used, or distributed without permission.
Praise Him, sun and moon; Praise Him, all you stars of light—Psalm 148:3 What twilight, what pre-dawn, what in between- lilac dream will I find, if I am still and willing to linger long, in the meeting space of moon and sun? —C.L. Fisher, March 2022 Unless otherwise indicated, all writings and images are theContinue reading “Luminescence”
As the light approaches, the earth takes shape like clay pressed beneath a seal; it is robed in brilliant colors. — Job 38:14 I contemplate the grays I see, standing on my porch when it is 28 degrees— our silly fat and faded ceramic frog, the top of our pear tree against the powdery sky,Continue reading “28 Degrees on Saturday, February 26th”
“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”
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”
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”
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.