THE ARCHER'S PASSION
I'm on the cutting edge of what is real
and what is not;
Passion guides my destiny,
To hit the target that I sought.
Compulsion takes on a leading role,
My Soul is driven by reigns of desire:
A passenger out of control.
Do I have a chance to see clear the guiding Light?
Joy seems so far.
Vision awaits my sights.
With intention aimed by loving hopes,
I will the righteous Way
;
My skill as an archer is less than
perfect;
Insecurity leaves a sway.
Wisdom remains untouched in a coveted
dream;
Intent and action seek a blessed union,
In Quality's ever flowing stream.
Despair will not overpower my hopeful
intent;
I
will not throw down my bow,
I can let my aim repent.
I take center now with steady hands,
to unleash the faithful arrow,
I am content once letting go,
For Destiny's path is narrow.
And where it lands,
I'll leave to Fate:
Ruler of the Archer's Passion,
Where Intent and Destiny mate.