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A Leash-Led Life

Down through the thicket,
Over and across the forest bend,
A tail sways, as the wind lifts leaves
of red and yellow.

Aside a pond kissed with moss,
we take a long walk on a clear day,
crawdads and minnows astir.

With hind quarters stiffly creaking forward,
he pants and sniffs at vibrant life
before stopping to rest and regain.

At the edge of the lake, 
he laps the fresh water,
his fur glistening, hot to the touch. 

Back home, he gets a warm bath,
the fragrance of his fur calling to mind memories
of previous days. 

And as he sleeps, that labrador of love
on four legs, I am thankful for the 
leash-led life.

Copyright © Jeffrey Leiser | Year Posted 2016



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Before Birth

*Another poem from 2009, as "A Leash-Led Life". A meditation on future glory. 


Up on high did I exist,
Though in what form I know not;
It is not mine to remember,
And I shall never return to the way it was.

Heaven, earth, then heaven,
The mystery of sacred reality,
I live in between,
Experiencing tastes of two places that mankind faces,
One of which I shall never be. 

What is my life then now,
When encouraged to set my mind above?
I do not recall from whence I came,
So I trust in where I shall be.

I perceive not this realm -
And does it then exist?
Yes, it must, though not just yet,
At least not according to time.

But future divine, 
When the Lord will still time
And a space will be placed, 
where we'll dine in that finest design. 

Still, now do I wonder, now do I fear,
Now do I ponder the river held dear,
And the tree with the fruits of the twelve changing winds - 
Oh! I could be crawling, or skipping, or flying therein.

As the Son will be sun, the night will never come,
Nor the moon, nor the sorrow preceding tomorrow.
For the days will be ways that we gaze at His face,
And His legs that were maimed, and His wrists, that were kissed (by the Father). 

So I long to see, as I dearly draw near it,
Forever to be, as He's life to my needs,
Now on earth, on my knees,
I asking please, Holy, breathe.

Copyright © Jeffrey Leiser | Year Posted 2016


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