We cannot hear the light, the casting of shadows or the rays that follow fair morning’s rise; it lifts from slumber and settles in a silence beyond quiet, startling in the thunderous hush of a shaft of splendor that takes our breath away as the world declares the clearing of night and dawning brilliance inContinue reading “A Silence”
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Inescapable Dawn
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”
Dawn Rising
“Morning without you is a dwindled dawn.” — Emily Dickinson I’d share an orange sorbet sunrise with you at 16 or 82, like this cool, mellow morning — what a privilege to see so many day-beginnings with your kindness beside me, blue sky & clouds rising, a path before us, another excursion of our ongoing,Continue reading “Dawn Rising”
A Psalm of Joy
Dawn blossoms, waking the horizon as I sit breathless in the beauty of living another God-gifted day, and I whisper thank you in the cool quietude of morning, joy rushing from my lips in praise. —C.L. Fisher, June 2021 Unless otherwise indicated, all writings and images are the work of C.L. Fisher and may notContinue reading “A Psalm of Joy”
Silent Conversation
“With a bound, the sun of a molten fiery red came above the horizon, and immediately thousands of little birds sang out for joy, and a soft chorus of mysterious, glad murmurs came forth from the earth; the low whispering wind left its hiding-place among the clefts and hollows of the hills, and wandered amongContinue reading “Silent Conversation”
First Light
The moment has arrived when the sun is close enough to rising that all the world is beginning to stir — the first bird calls, the fresh dew falls, and we begin our walk to find the first ray of sunshine. It is a good day to be alive on God’s good earth. —C.L. Fisher,Continue reading “First Light”
Dawn
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”
More
All praise to God, the Father of our Lord Jesus Christ. God is our merciful Father and the source of all comfort. He comforts us in all our troubles so that we can comfort others. When they are troubled, we will be able to give them the same comfort God has given us. — 2Continue reading “More”
Routine of Periwinkle
Periwinkle: I think this is a mature color — it hints of the courage and nobility of purple and rests in the tranquility and trueness of blue. I tread out of the room as lightly as possible — it is a few minutes before 4am, and I know you need more sleep after a longContinue reading “Routine of Periwinkle”
Noel
“For a child is born to us, a son is given to us. The government will rest on His shoulders. And He will be called: Wonderful Counselor, Mighty God, Everlasting Father, Prince of Peace.” — Isaiah 9:6, NLT Lonely bell joins lonely bell, crescendoing into choir; resonance brings harmony before one last peal resounds toContinue reading “Noel”
Poetic Meanderings 