The Mark

You are the mark!

Not some, else standard set.

It’s you we’re to aim for,

Not a task to be met.

As arrows you formed us,

Your quiver to fill,

Then released from your bow

Manoeuvred with skill.

It’s the breath of you,

Carrying with lift, dip and curve;

The darts gliding with purpose

T’ward the one whom they serve.

Fletching in place,

To spin and to stay;

Head of the arrow,

Formed and fit for each play.

Initial design and form, ne’er a change,

On the journey to bow,

Fit for this one arranged.

Fletching and head,

Both with end-goal in mind,

Each one’s journey-story

Determines each one in kind.

Form us and frame us,

The journey, you know.

The mark is your presence,

We’re ready to go.

Breath of life,

When we drop, lift us to soar

Till etern’ly embedded

Deep in your core.

1-2/4/2018

Crossroads

Crossroads

 

A crossroad bringing choice

A crossroad brings confusion

A crossroad North and South

East and West or retrogression

Go back and find the safety

Of familiar path once trod

Turn off, unsure direction

Away from goal, then, I must plod

Or onward ever forward

The straight and narrow with resolve

Toward the hope, desire, intention

Of my heart, my life, my goal

 21/9/2014

Who I Am

Who am I now, who will I be, who was it that I once was?
Created, refined, renewed, somehow changed.
A remarkable journey, unseen.

Backward glance, mindful now, vision forward.
Partial past-sense, present life-blood, future veiled.
Confusion, understanding, mysterious.

I was different, I’m the same, I will be…

 

16/9/2012