Stephanie Fischer

Stephanie Fischer

The story
falls like stone
into still water
of quieted lives
not like the stones
thrown on the air
designed to hurt
this tumbling
stone heals

Watch its
slow descent
deeper deeper
tiny bubbles riding
in its wake the breath
of God’s Spirit above
seeking a soft place
in our underside
of old silt

Down where
the divine light
no longer shines
where even sin decays
the tumbling story stirs
with judgment & grace
never fully to arrive
nor finally depart
until we die


About Peter Notehelfer

I'm a retired people person who now finds the time to watch the little details of the world without worrying about being watched by anyone . . . I live on an Island north of Seattle with my wife named Ellen, a yellow dog named McGee, a yellow cat named Gatzby, and four fine chickens . . . I read fiction, bake bread, smoke salmon, and fish whenever the weather allows . . . Oh, and yes, I try to write a poem every day simply to avoid senility!
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