Feet that walk in Garden cool, Stride atop tempestuous seas. Voice that speaks Creation’s all. Hands smear clay: a blind man sees.
Weary head on pillow stone, Laughing eyes in knowing love, Jordan’s droplets in his hair Spirit-kissed by Heaven’s dove.
Borrowed flesh paid debts not owed: Shattered torso, hands, and feet. Sovereign. Savior. Servant. Friend. Your breath in me. My soul complete.
Living near Southern California coast, Leslie’s artistic leanings provide an alter ego to her role as co-owner of a tech company with her husband. She picks up her pen again after a hiatus to raise their two children and develop a passion for painting. After losing her parents a few years ago, she is writing a book to help other women walk through that painful season without the added burden of unresolved relational regret. She emerges from 40 years wandering in her own see-saw wilderness, elated to hear and share the voice of her soul’s Beloved. Connect with her on Facebook and at www.lamcleod.com.