Sometimes life can be like an arrow.
An arrow can only be shot by pulling it backward,
And life can be like that.
It can be pulled back into the depths of sorrow.
But when that arrow is let go
It fires forward towards its target.
And life can do that,
It can move forward at speed
To take us all to that place,
That place of love and wonder.
So let us fire our arrows
Into that wonderful life that is there,
That is there waiting for us.