Upon a Single Ray

The glance of a golden ray
banished the shadows
to which I submitted,
thorns of sorrow and fear,
folded away, hidden in crevices
waiting, silently waiting
planted in a day I did not see

Rooted firmly in the heart
silent thorns waited to steal
from the soul the joy within
had not the golden ray
broken the bow of that gnarly tree

Thorns of sorrow and fear
banished from the heart
remain in silence, fading,
fading into the golden ray

© 2017 by James Spruell All rights reserved

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