faith

A beseeching of our souls in a ceaseless, lovely ache like the hypnotic quiver of aspen leaves or the bright intonation of bells, a resonant, wistful impulse to surrender ourselves to Him. C.L. Fisher, August 2020 Unless otherwise indicated, all content, including writing and images, are the work of C.L. Fisher and may not beContinue reading “Faith”

Wounded

Quick now, here, now, always — A condition of complete simplicity (Costing not less than everything) And all shall be well and All manner of thing shall be well When the tongues of flames are in-folded Into the crowned knot of fire And the fire and the rose are one. — T.S. Eliot, Little GiddingContinue reading “Wounded”