Wednesday, June 7, 2017

Days of Gray

Days of gray
have been somber.
My prayer has struggled
for a voice.
The storms rage
trying to weaken my foundation.

My tears
have become a dry river bed.
My thoughts are held 
in the grip of the world,
twisted by the complacency
of a sinful nature.

Days of darkness,
days of bitter wine
and dense shadows
are not without value
when the eastern sky glows
and the Lord calls me into the light.

copyright 2017 - Donald P James Jr

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