Tag Archives: pain

Migraine

…out of the mud and mire… — from Psalm 40:2 It begins —  that hint of light flashing  somewhere at the periphery,  but there even as I close  my eyes, the way you see  sparks after flash photography, and soon that faint  flicker becomes loud,  a sharp-edged row  of teeth and claws  biting and scratching me,Continue reading “Migraine”

Poets

Poetry is an echo asking a shadow to dance. — Carl Sandburg There are poets because pain and joy are intangible  but real, manifestations  that can sometimes  sound like mud or feel like purple. —C.L. Fisher, March 2021 Unless otherwise indicated, all content, including writing and images, are the work of C.L. Fisher and mayContinue reading “Poets”

An Anguished Ache

You may think no one will understand a pain you carry, that deep  wound that overwhelms  and defines your being.   You may doubt that you  are worthy of real love, and so deny yourself any compassionate understanding.   You may cry out  in the shadow-silence of your soul and wonder if God knows theContinue reading “An Anguished Ache”

“Olden Times and Ancient Rhymes”

“Because of God’s tender mercy, the morning light from heaven is about to break upon us, to give light to those who sit in darkness and in the shadow of death, and to guide us to the path of peace.” — Luke 1:78-79, NLT There is this melancholy air during the holidays… that bittersweet nostalgia,Continue reading ““Olden Times and Ancient Rhymes””

Unfettered

“….Forgetting the past and looking forward to what lies ahead, I press on…” —from Philippians 3:13-14, NLT Release, relinquish, with palms open — What do you hold so tightly you are bound in place, held, imprisoned?  Sometimes what we surrender is as important as what we embrace.  Search your heart for chains — What binds youContinue reading “Unfettered”

Believing

We sometimes heave  a prayer of “why”  that leaves us sobbing  or wrestles us into  a guttural moaning  when there are no words  for such a chasm-ache.  We grapple with circumstance  as we go from weeping  to screaming to falling  into exhausted heaps,  mute and dried out,  struggling to understand  or cope with the now Continue reading “Believing”

Beautiful Ache

The Tension that exists  when you have no child  of your own, but you  have wonderful children in your life; it is my thorn  in the flesh, to have the love  and relationship as an aunt,  friend, teacher, but those titles,  while blessed and meaningful,  cannot replace the one name  I will never hear whispered Continue reading “Beautiful Ache”