Wednesday, August 24, 2016

Canopy of Leaves


Under a canopy of leaves,
am I out of Your sight?
My thoughts seek a hiding place
in shadows.
I am the product of my failures,
looking away from Your face,
because I am less
than You have made me to be.

Shade along the byway
hides me from the rays of warmth.
I feel cold
into my marrow.
How can You know me
and still wait patiently
for me to turn around,
step into the light?

Under a canopy of leaves,
I fight the need
to step into the open.
I know You see the core
of my sacrilege,
the sin
I won't admit.
Still You wait
to embrace me
and kill the fattened calf.


copyright 2016 - Donald P James Jr

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