A Promise

The clouds held dirt from yesterday, dimming the blue to a dingy gray that met me after the sun rose somewhere behind the murkiness, but my eyes fell on the blooming pear tree, the simple, life-lit green,  white cups holding a spray of pink, a promise, a budding of spring. —C.L. Fisher, March 2021 UnlessContinue reading “A Promise”

Redemptive House

In the gray places  of my soul before  I even know to call out, He is there. In the wrestling hour of night, the nudging that keeps me unsure, those times my mind cannot control the volume of thought, when the wave  upon wave of incessant uncertainty pounds me to a shallowness I can stillContinue reading “Redemptive House”