Recordings – Leah Jordan Meahl

Not Worth the Sting

A gentle reminder from God. He loves you. You are worth it.

By Leah Jordan Meahl Life is wavering water, Uncontrolled is how she behaves, But I AM enough. Endlessly moving, Yet forever enslaved, Life is wavering water Though the raging sea may capture, And send treasures to their graves, I AM enough. In anger she devours, But for the thirsty, she saves,Continue reading “I AM Enough”

Quicksand

A warning:

Unquenched

Love is Drinking water from the mouth of Hades. A liquid flaming gold, Scooped from the river of fire itself. ¯ The lava leaves burning scars on my lips, My soul is but melted rock, Indistinguishable. My insides boil, Bubbling red until The heat, no longer contained Erupts. ¯ Molten tears race down my skin,Continue reading “Unquenched”

Starlit Path

by Leah Jordan Meahl He told me: “I am the moon. If you want to make footprints on my surface or bathe in my radiance, First follow the starry path I’ve laid out For you.” They fell before me, marking the way. On each one I stepped, Leaping and landing on the sparklersContinue reading “Starlit Path”

2016: The Year of Half Staff

By Leah Jordan Meahl For the dove flies on, Leaving a trail of red below The flag—at half-staff. Streams of fire replace the stars, Across the sea sees the fading glow, For the dove flies on. The heart strings are drawn, As the fabric hangs low, The flag—at half-staff. A proudContinue reading “2016: The Year of Half Staff”

Ode to the Moon Beam

By Leah Jordan Meahl O majestic watchman of the night, Whose soft iridescent glow transfixes, Stops me dead in awe of your sight, No eye can avoid your captivating presence. The world’s lighthouse, brilliant and true Takes gentle care of what lies in darkness. Each sundown reveals your face anew, Big, bright, and beautifulContinue reading “Ode to the Moon Beam”

Forever Enamored

By Leah Jordan Meahl The arrow flies Striking perfectly, A poisoned tip of desire Pierces skin, Seeping into blood That pumps life Now strangled. Stuck. In a pit. Face glistens. Hot. Chest constricts. Heavy. The ladder to climb out Has no end.

A Sonnet to Self

By Leah Jordan Meahl How wonderful it is to be so rich, With beauty like a precious stone of quartz, And shine with light so glittering and clear. No one can hardly stand but notice you, Your steps so strong and eyes that rise above It all. The Sun marks clear the way beforeContinue reading “A Sonnet to Self”

Dead End

By Leah Jordan Meahl I walked with You I squeezed through the gate And dug my heels in the path before me One foot in front of the other You marked my way with Your trail of breadcrumbs Of flower petals made of silk You made my bed in the luscious pasture And filledContinue reading “Dead End”