Sunday, December 13, 2009

Arrows, Near the Rocks

I send the arrow-fetcher back,
To town, holding the
Arrows I arced
Beyond him.
Beyond was the
Sign, the
Signal, the
Talisman of
A king’s rage, a father’s fury
A prince’s anger, a son’s grief.

I stand alone, in
Anticipation of Beloved’s
Emergence from the
Outcroppings of rock.
He peers round;
Our eyes meet our hearts,
Hearts of joy and
Desolation, the
Joy of friendship present, the
Desolation of absence to come.

He bows, three times
He bows; he bows to
Pay obeisance to what the
Lord has ordained, what
We both know
The Lord will take away.

We say but few words,
Words mostly unneeded now.
We weep the tears of together,
Repeating vows. He
Heeds my words, my warning, and
Leaves in our shared peace.

We know we will not
Speak again,
Shattering our souls.


Doug Spurling said...

Nice Glynn,

You did David & Jonathan proud. You & David will probably hang out later.

Anonymous said...

Our eyes meet our hearts...

beautiful work.

Maureen said...

. . .Joy of friendship present, the/ Desolation of absence to come. / . . . We weep the tears of together,/ . . . ."

And, as nAncY says, "Our eyes meet our hearts. . . ."

Yours is a song I wait to hear again.

S. Etole said...

You did this so well that it makes my heart hurt.

L.L. Barkat said...


We both know
The Lord will take away"

cut deep.

Monica Sharman said...

I've been meaning to tell you, Glynn, this one hits a sore spot. I will come back to this one many times, I'm sure.