soul – Poetic Meanderings

Disquieted

Morning, noon, and night I cry out in my distress, and the Lord hears my voice. —Psalm 55:17, NLT Another day shutters to gray, lulling us into the sleeping hours, but I’ve had no dreams of late, no traveling in hazy realms of memory or traipsing far into imagined lands of whimsy; what sleep I’veContinue reading “Disquieted”

Hues

I find myself in these merging blues, in magenta blooms, in a wash of yellow, in green grasses and flower-flurried meadows, in the tiny feathers of a hummingbird. —C.L. Fisher, Dec. 2021 Unless otherwise indicated, all writings and images are the work of C.L. Fisher and may not be copied, used, or distributed without permission.

Cycles

You see life cycles when you pay attention to a garden —browning leaves and curling petals, the tender buds guarded until the blooming— a parallel to our living, the way each day moves into evening, opening and closing, new life and death, and we find meaning in the dark night when we have time toContinue reading “Cycles”

As Light Broke

My eyes lift to the center arch as light breaks through the caged lamp-tops Illuminating the cool, smooth tiles above…. Moments before I stepped into this historic cathedral, I learned that a friend had passed, walked into heaven just hours ago, and now I bow my head, imagine her like that light, her soul waking,Continue reading “As Light Broke”

Speaking of Trees

“They grip the ground as though they liked it, and though fast rooted they travel about as far as we do….around the sun two million miles a day, and through space heaven knows how fast and far!” — from the journals of John Muir From a man who lived under them, inspected root and limb, Continue reading “Speaking of Trees”

The Garden

My hands reach in deep, kneading soil, down and over, loosening the ground, willing it to accept an offering that waits in plastic, an inferior home for roots that long to grow, stretch into the rich humus that He used to form all life. What a privilege to be a tiller, a keeper of thisContinue reading “The Garden”

Mumble

*A song in the night, oh my soul! — Horatio Spafford The house is so quiet, you are still sleeping, and I sit in the mumble— traffic on the nearby loop, the creaks and groans of our house aging, and the tapping of the keys as I write. I woke with many faces in myContinue reading “Mumble”

Alterations

There is a season (a time appointed) for everything and a time for every delight and event or purpose under heaven— Ecclesiastes 3:1, AMP A season ends — a childhood, an education, a honeymoon, our working life– we begin with a birth, leave with death, and in-between live so many seasons, encounter those life circumstances that change us, hallmarkContinue reading “Alterations”

Anchor

This hope we have as an anchor of the soul, a hope both sure and steadfast and one which enters within the veil,…” —Hebrews 6:19, NAS Our souls need the heft, something to hold us in place, some kind of fixing force that keeps us from swaying, a tangible preponderance of certainty, a degree ofContinue reading “Anchor”

Going Home

Then Christ will make His home in your hearts as you trust in Him. Your roots will grow down into God’s love and keep you strong. And may you have the power to understand, as all God’s people should, how wide, how long, how high, and how deep His love is. — Ephesians 3:17-18, NLTContinue reading “Going Home”