Monday, 7 April 2014

The Last Arrow

A Warrior with his bow held ready,
An Angels healing hand , came to steady,
Released from limiting thinking.
Into the desert floor, he began sinking,
The journeys hours, numbered eleven,
On Mother Earth, he tasted heaven,
Unlimited thoughts, released into a limitless sky,
Free, he let his last arrow fly.......

Mark Osmer 2013

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