New Day's Light





Troubled at times,
by splinters
against raw wounds.
The wood
has no comfort
in its grain.
I could never do
as you did.
My fear
would crush me
before the first nail
found flesh.

They broke bone,
infused your blood
with the fiber of the tree.
A sapling grown tall
with purpose beyond
imagination.
Dark clouds
hover in the sky.
The moment
feels emptied of life.
Help my troubled heart
to find solace
in the new day's light.






copyright 2016 - Donald P James Jr 

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