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.
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Author:
Goldfinch60 (Pseudonym) (
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- Comment from author about the poem: Life will be good.
- Category: Reflection
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Comments5
A very apt metaphor that I had never before thought of dear Andy - - - -- thank you for the suggestion of becoming more skilled at shooting the arrow of life.
Thank you Fay, each day we learn to shoot that arrow of life in a better way.
Andy
Good write Gold.
Fido shields me from Eros' arrows. he has a 10 foot wide shield. He never lets me have any 'excitement'. lol.
That excitement will be with you one day Orchi.
Andy
Yes, if I put Fido out the back garden! lol.
You've phrased this so beautifully, I'm ready to go through my quiver and fire away, into that wonderful place. This is definitely a fav!
So kind Bella, you will end up in that wonderful place.
Andy
I shot an arrow in the air
And just for once I did know where;
As you predicted, it was fine -
We were together for a time….
You are providing me with inspiration, Andy – many thanks.
Thank you Dave. I hope that inspiration takes you to a wonderful place.
Andy
That arrow I shot into the air many years ago has finally reached the target I didn't even know I was shooting at. Retirement. Thanks for the wonderful metaphor, Andy. 😉
My pleasure AP, enjoy your retirement as I do mine.
Andy
Will do Andy. 😉
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