I have something to utter

To say

To speak

To verbalize

To make real with words

Stuck in my throat

Lodged there

Wide

Jagged

Words

Wedged in my narrow throat

Wide earnest words of desperation

Why is my throat so narrow

Yet so wide when I speak the sharp arrow words from the quiver of my spite?

I am adept at stringing those words to the bow and aiming and letting them fly

With no consciousness

No thought

Reaction, not response

Survival instinct

What archer abides deep within who does this?

Teach him to pray

To utter words of surrender

To lay down bow and quiver of tongue

To speak humility

Poverty of soul

Indebtedness of heart

To kneel in silence

Bridled mind

Hush hush hush

Be still

Quiet

Let the soul’s silence be equal to the darkness in the depths of the earth

where no light has shined

Listen      listen                listen

There

I hear the singing

Silent singing

Song heard not with ear

The vibrations of peace and glory and wonder and awe

The eternal YES

from the eternal voice

Speaking love

Into the darkness

Echoing light

Deep deep deep

Down to the archer

Who weeps in anguish of missing the mark always

Rise up

And take this golden bow

This arrow tipped with hope

Notch it

Draw it further than ever before

Aim it higher than imaginable

Release it

Follow it

Soar with the word to the footstool of The One

Who is The Word

The One from Whom all words arise

The One through Whom all words are blessed

The One from Whom all blessings flow

And let praise replace plaintive cries of punishment

© 2015 Stephen Carl