Loom of Life

“…The loom of life never stops, and the pattern which was weaving when the sun went down is weaving when it comes up in the morning.” — Henry Ward Beecher I’ve witnessed creation’s  expanse through natural  windows so many times,  looms, like the weave of these limbs, provide  a glimpse into a divine  expanse, andContinue reading “Loom of Life”

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”

A Gift of Fall

… waving woods and waters wild do hymn an autumn sound. —Elizabeth Barrett Browning We pretend it is fall,  and the world  consents, so we open windows, listen to the steady drops, nap near a window where the cloud- cooled winds gently greet us,  put a soup  on a low,  slow simmer, and linger overContinue reading “A Gift of Fall”

Witnessing Grace

As each one has received a gift, minister it to one another, as good stewards of the manifold grace of God. —1 Peter 4:10 Light breaks just beyond these aging limbs, this kindly tree with its split bark and thinning canopy is still offering a single  cascade of  fuchsia blooms— morning’s gift of dewy blossoms—Continue reading “Witnessing Grace”

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”

A Melody

…His compassions do not fail.  —Lamentations 3:22 When I am lost, wandering the hard  terrain of pain  in this world or trapped within the mumbling maze of my own despair, even when my words fail and only grumblings and moanings escape, any prayer, however ineloquent, becomes a melody, beautiful in the surrendered- knowing that God Continue reading “A Melody”

Adrift

The rays drift in,  finding enough  space to gather  together, form  an angle of light,  an island adrift  that leaves  the room cold  in comparison. ….I sit, adjacent, dimmed by sunset, but my soul travels  over, pools  with the huddled warmth, and imagines the sun rising… tomorrow. —C.L. Fisher, July 2021 Unless otherwise indicated, allContinue reading “Adrift”