Psalm 107 by Leland Seese

I wring the last few drops

of breath

out of my lungs,

conducted by the Psalter.

My unsprung lungs

a pair of skins

for drawing water.

Will you drink,

O wanderer

in desert wastes

of your own making?

You press for miracles,

water into wine.

I offer an oasis

and a habitation

drawn from breath

of heaven,

steadfast love.

Author bio:

Leland Seese's poems appear in The MacGuffin, Juked, The Stonecoast Review, and many other journals. He lives in Seattle, Washington, with his wife and a revolving cast of foster, adopted, and bio children.