By Nathan Leshley
Editor's note: Due to the formatting and imaging of this work, it is best enjoyed on desktop.
SLEEPING IN THE DUST
ONE MUST RISE UP
AS IF THE HORIZON
OFFERED STRENGTH
THE BLUE SKY HAD DAYS
TO FIND RENEWED CLOUDS
THE RAINS HELP
TO FEED ME
BUT NEED LABOR
TO HARNESS
LORD, FEED US LIFE
TO SHATTER DEATH IN US
FOR THE HURT I RUN TO
IS A CLOUD WITHOUT WATER
IT FOOLS HUNGRY CELLS
A GRAY MIRAGE
WE SEE HOW
A FIERY ATTITUDE
CAN SCALE HEAVEN
WITH NEW TRUTH
HUNGER FOR ENOCH’S GATE
OPENED OUTSIDE OF TIME
A GUST OF WIND
SHAKES THE BUNCHES OF GRAPES
AS NEW WINE CASKS
ARE TOASTED IN THE CELLAR
WHEN HURRICANES ARE BIRTHED
BY INKY, INDIGO CUMULUS HANDS
THE SEAS TREMBLE
A REAL POWER AWAKENS
A MIGHTY SQUALL OF RAGE
UNBALANCES US
CONTROL MUST SURRENDER
TO ITS FURIES
WIND TOOK METAL
AND TAUGHT IT TO FLY
THE SUN’S WAY
OR GOD’S HIGH CALL
HE REVEALS TO CHILDREN
SIGNS OF HIS FATHER’S HEART
THEY RESPOND TOGETHER
“I WILL LOVE
SINCE YOU LOVE ME”
WINGS OF HOPE
BEAR THEM ALOFT
TO WEAR THE WEDDING GARMENTS
ROBES OF ALABASTER
IN UNITY, SEEKING HIM
BUT THOSE WHO WAIT FOR THE LORD’S HELP FIND RENEWED STRENGTH; THEY RISE UP AS IF THEY HAD EAGLES’ WINGS, THEY RUN WITHOUT GROWING WEARY, THEY WALK WITHOUT GETTING TIRED. (Isaiah 40:31 NET)
Nathan Leshley is a newly published poet from Spokane, Washington. A converted lyricist entering the world of poetry, he embeds visual themes and imagery within the texts of his works.
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