New Day*

The well is dry 
And try as I may 
I no longer cry 
No matter the day.

My quiver is empty

I’ve arrows no longer

And though that may be

I think I’m the stronger.

My prayers are brief

But I know they are heard.

In times of great grief

Notions they aren’t  is absurd.

It’s a whole new game

At this time of life.

No one is to blame

Though it cuts like a knife.

Say farewell and walk away.

I am going a little farther.

I am seeking a whole new day

In the land of my Father.


*Another passing of time, and ultimate surrender poem. My mind seems stuck. But this too shall pass.