A Deeper Calling

By Abigail Leigh

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though soul-sodden with heavied
load
I felt myself a man who could
walk across these waters,
so steadied would—make it
to the other side.
Like lightning, doubt struck
instead of faith, which                away from me                   drifted           
as sea
           ledge, stumbling    broke
dark tongue
           of depths
                     dipped
in to swallow (body) to
bottom of
belly of
belief.
           Eyesmuddied
by salt of circumstance turned
to a watery grave.
How hastily
flood of mouth storms
with rage against the name who named
the storms, yet still
this storm
           knows its namer
therefore: Your Name                over a thrush                    of flood and flurry
my voice calls        out     
then thundering across the deep
 
—YOUR VOICE--
 
calling my name: “Come”
not seeing, but seen
towards your steadfastness I step
out
         in faith.

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Abigail Leigh is a harpist and poet from Oregon. As a self-proclaimed paradox, both a creative and analytical being, she draws inspiration from life's dichotomies: the belief that light and darkness, growth and decay, and joy and sorrow travel in tandem. Every season has a story to tell, and she writes because she is committed to unveiling truth from learned experiences. Her poetry has been published in Darling Magazine, Black Fox Literary Magazine, Equinox Biannual Journal and Clayjar Review.

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