Messiah - Poem by Jacob Coleman
come, there is a shelter for storms
that cannot last
under the shadow of my wings.
your crowded dorms
your coffee shops, your playback past
That sings and sings
desire so desperately afraid
of finding me…
hours you have stared at walls and prayed
for the dead sea
to overflow its banks and send
rivers through dry
airless arid, to spring and mend
the spirit’s sigh.
here is water indeed…my blood.
abide in me,
and try my spirit fly with you.
toes wet with mud…
birdlike the sun sings, in green sea
of morning dew.
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