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By Noah Craig In the heat of the day faded to white Their clothes weren’t tattered, their shoes were not torn And even when warmth left them for the night You would hold them safe until the next morn The mountains and valleys of the desert Exposed them to the truth about our lives That we are but dust crawling over dirt Utterly helpless to breathe, to survive They’re in the desert but not deserted For God turns on the sun to shine and throws The wind around to make the dunes girded And tells the worm to eat or plant to grow What is the desert to a Provider? A canvas to fill with coats of colors He will sustain because He has died for These specks of dust crossing the desert floor Noah J. Craig is an author and a poet who hopes that his words will glorify the ultimate Author. Originally from New England, he currently lives in Henderson, Nevada. If he’s not writing, reading or drinking coffee, he is most likely halfway up a mountain wishing he had more storage space on his camera. You can visit him online at noahjcraig.com.
Noah's other work on Foreshadow: Strength (Poetry, March 2023) Paramount, for the Speechless (Poetry, July 2023) A Writer's Prayer (Poetry, August 2023)
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