"I remember the days of old; I meditate on all thy works; I muse on the work of thy hands." - Psalm 143:5

Monday, January 3, 2011

New Day Calling


This poem is part of The Warrior Poet Circle hosted by fellow warrior poet and friend Jason at Endless Impact. Head on over and read the all the warrior posts!
Blessings, Jay



New Day 
New Day Calling

Light fades from sight
All is dark and sightless
My eyes, burning to see the way
A step of faith changes the pitch of black
I hear a voice calling me to a new day

I find myself in fullness of light
My eyes relieved
Here, in the moisture of a new day
the calling remains

Jay Cookingham 2011 ©

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