Poem: God’s Finest Bow

God’s Finest Bow
Our life forms the curve
of God’s finest bow.
Our deft mind
nimbly reaches
into a quiver of illusions.
Our heart pushes
and pulls with explosive
restraint-
sending arrows
towards targets…
of choice
of right or wrong
of success or failure
of love or rejection
of expansion or contraction
of forgiveness or hate.

We are God’s finest bow,

even when we hit a target
that does not exist
just as much
as when when we do not.
We are not here
for accuracy,
we are here to see how well
Love will make us desire it.
May the sky be filled with arrows,
May many bows vibrate,
May the targets dance eternally elusive.
For we must be humbled
to find out where love
really is.
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About skymeetingtheground

Healer, poet, author, yogi, single father...outdoorsy guy.
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2 Responses to Poem: God’s Finest Bow

  1. kindnessheals says:

    We are humbled by our own view of ‘others’

    Like

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