THERE WILL COME A DAY

With piercing eyes, you look at me
And conclude what I will be
A leaf fallen from a decaying tree
Lost in the myer for eternity.

Never will your ship set sail 
Your tongue, like a whip, prevails.

Like a towering oak, you stood over me
Casting your shadow of doubt 
In the future, you will not be able to see.

But though my heart lies in despair 
And your words like dust fill the air
The day will come when the clouds will give way
To robust sunshine and brighter days.

If grace be kind to your wicked soul
Then the light from above will cause you to behold 
The gifts and talents placed in me
And a world of accomplishments you could not see.

Wilford Barker,