Poetry

There is a winged arrow flying up
which is buzzing from my bow
while my eye is set to a higher place,
far past the stars.
 
When it rushes through space
and continuously flies up,
let it then take my message
cutting space apart,
going right through the big universe
to where the creator is
 
and when I stand on my knees
let His answers already wait on me,
let brave angels surround me
and let I see His hand in my life.