A Hushing Fall

“A few feathery flakes are scattered widely through the air…whirled again aloft into remote regions of the atmosphere.” ― Nathaniel Hawthorne The soft silence of snow, the morning’s crisp cold, the hushing fall of so many tiny, crystal worlds cocooning us into a long-needed pause, and I welcome the suspended calm. —C.L. Fisher, February 2022Continue reading “A Hushing Fall”

Slipstream

“I love the silent hour of night, For blissful dreams may then arise…” — Anne Bronte Just one more note, a crescendo stilling me to rest, the coming silence welcome — may it ease me into a slipstream of unconsciousness, the place of dreaming, the place where the grappling sound finds image, diffusing the day’sContinue reading “Slipstream”

Nesting

For I have given rest to the weary and joy to the sorrowing.”—Jeremiah 31:25 Our little nooks, the comfy spaces in our homes or little arbors in tiny gardens, the places we feel safe, nestled in, protected — when the world  seems filled  with reckless abandon, when you feel hope fading, find a pleasant recessContinue reading “Nesting”

Resting Season

“The heart of autumn must have broken here and poured its treasure upon the leaves.” — Charlotte Bates I wait for that day, the true break, when autumn scatters her fiery tears, releasing her full flung beauty in a mass of golden treasure that heaps at the feet of bare- limbed trees, and that northerlyContinue reading “Resting Season”

Lil’ Broken Wing

Many people say, “Who will show us better times?” Let your face smile on us, Lord.  You have given me greater joy than those who have abundant harvests of grain and new wine.  In peace I will lie down and sleep, for you alone, O Lord, will keep me safe. —Psalm 4:6-8 Alight upon thisContinue reading “Lil’ Broken Wing”

Mumbling

…groanings too deep for words… — From Romans 8:26 Unsettled but ready  for rest,… she prays,  but her words  are muddled,  and so she rambles,  knowing God  can sort through  her thoughts,  decipher her heart’s need,  make poetry  out of her mumbled  pleas… —C.L. Fisher, July 2021 Unless otherwise indicated, all writings and images areContinue reading “Mumbling”

Cornerstone

The petals so saturated by the vibrancy of red  rested on the cool rock  nestled near the garden’s  edge, symbiotic beauty, silk on stone, like our own  fragile hearts held by God’s  love alone.  —C.L. Fisher, April 2021 Unless otherwise indicated, all content, including writing and images, are the work of C.L. Fisher and mayContinue reading “Cornerstone”