Sunday, April 16, 2017

Morning Silence




Silence
in the morning
before the buds have awakened,
gathering
on branches of spring.

Soldiers
clad in another faith,
who guard a tomb,
carved
from stone.

Those who've beaten the flesh
and nailed the limbs.

Silence in the morning
before the hearts of the chosen
have been opened,
gathering
in empty rooms of fear.



copyright 1995 - Donald P James Jr 

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