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.

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”

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”


 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”