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The Archer
The Archer by kmlsIn the high sea of clouds,
in willowing wisps of white,
an evil lurks.
The winds of the world bring
the first whisper of change,
an alien thing.
A dragon.
Red as blood, gleaming darkness,
its armor, invincible?
Heavy metal talons, drooling jaws,
acid falling, burning earth below.
It screams through the sky,
wings creaking, flapping furiously,
breathing flame.
Men flee,
like tiny ants scurrying
from desecration
into it.
Only One holds his ground,
a bow and one arrow
in his hand.
The Prince awaits,
as if to allow the dragon to
devour him.
Then with a flash,
he looses his arrow.
It soars through the air.
Blood gushing,
the dart buried deep,
the dragon crashes to the ground.
Landing on the One.
From amongst the dragon’s corpse,
amidst dying coals and wisps of smoke,
a figure crawls,
stands.
It is the Archer,
the One,
Him.From the collection “Words at 16 (1983)”
#1983 #apocalypseImagery #battleImagery #ChristianAllegory #clouds #Courage #dragon #epicPoem #Faith #fantasyPoetry #fireAndSmoke #goodVersusEvil #Hope #kingdomImagery #MythicPoetry #Nonviolence #peace #PeaceGrooves #POETICAORAREContemplativePoetryPrayers #propheticImagination #redDragon #Redemption #resurrection #sacrifice #spiritualAllegory #symbolicWriting #theArcher #ThePrince #triumphOverEvil #victory #visionaryPoetry #Writing -
The Archer
The Archer by kmlsIn the high sea of clouds,
in willowing wisps of white,
an evil lurks.
The winds of the world bring
the first whisper of change,
an alien thing.
A dragon.
Red as blood, gleaming darkness,
its armor, invincible?
Heavy metal talons, drooling jaws,
acid falling, burning earth below.
It screams through the sky,
wings creaking, flapping furiously,
breathing flame.
Men flee,
like tiny ants scurrying
from desecration
into it.
Only One holds his ground,
a bow and one arrow
in his hand.
The Prince awaits,
as if to allow the dragon to
devour him.
Then with a flash,
he looses his arrow.
It soars through the air.
Blood gushing,
the dart buried deep,
the dragon crashes to the ground.
Landing on the One.
From amongst the dragon’s corpse,
amidst dying coals and wisps of smoke,
a figure crawls,
stands.
It is the Archer,
the One,
Him.From the collection “Words at 16 (1983)”
#1983 #apocalypseImagery #battleImagery #ChristianAllegory #clouds #Courage #dragon #epicPoem #Faith #fantasyPoetry #fireAndSmoke #goodVersusEvil #Hope #kingdomImagery #MythicPoetry #Nonviolence #peace #PeaceGrooves #POETICAORAREContemplativePoetryPrayers #propheticImagination #redDragon #Redemption #resurrection #sacrifice #spiritualAllegory #symbolicWriting #theArcher #ThePrince #triumphOverEvil #victory #visionaryPoetry #Writing -
The Archer
The Archer by kmlsIn the high sea of clouds,
in willowing wisps of white,
an evil lurks.
The winds of the world bring
the first whisper of change,
an alien thing.
A dragon.
Red as blood, gleaming darkness,
its armor, invincible?
Heavy metal talons, drooling jaws,
acid falling, burning earth below.
It screams through the sky,
wings creaking, flapping furiously,
breathing flame.
Men flee,
like tiny ants scurrying
from desecration
into it.
Only One holds his ground,
a bow and one arrow
in his hand.
The Prince awaits,
as if to allow the dragon to
devour him.
Then with a flash,
he looses his arrow.
It soars through the air.
Blood gushing,
the dart buried deep,
the dragon crashes to the ground.
Landing on the One.
From amongst the dragon’s corpse,
amidst dying coals and wisps of smoke,
a figure crawls,
stands.
It is the Archer,
the One,
Him.From the collection “Words at 16 (1983)”
#1983 #apocalypseImagery #battleImagery #ChristianAllegory #clouds #Courage #dragon #epicPoem #Faith #fantasyPoetry #fireAndSmoke #goodVersusEvil #Hope #kingdomImagery #MythicPoetry #Nonviolence #peace #PeaceGrooves #POETICAORAREContemplativePoetryPrayers #propheticImagination #redDragon #Redemption #resurrection #sacrifice #spiritualAllegory #symbolicWriting #theArcher #ThePrince #triumphOverEvil #victory #visionaryPoetry #Writing -
The Archer
The Archer by kmlsIn the high sea of clouds,
in willowing wisps of white,
an evil lurks.
The winds of the world bring
the first whisper of change,
an alien thing.
A dragon.
Red as blood, gleaming darkness,
its armor, invincible?
Heavy metal talons, drooling jaws,
acid falling, burning earth below.
It screams through the sky,
wings creaking, flapping furiously,
breathing flame.
Men flee,
like tiny ants scurrying
from desecration
into it.
Only One holds his ground,
a bow and one arrow
in his hand.
The Prince awaits,
as if to allow the dragon to
devour him.
Then with a flash,
he looses his arrow.
It soars through the air.
Blood gushing,
the dart buried deep,
the dragon crashes to the ground.
Landing on the One.
From amongst the dragon’s corpse,
amidst dying coals and wisps of smoke,
a figure crawls,
stands.
It is the Archer,
the One,
Him.From the collection “Words at 16 (1983)”
#1983 #apocalypseImagery #battleImagery #ChristianAllegory #clouds #Courage #dragon #epicPoem #Faith #fantasyPoetry #fireAndSmoke #goodVersusEvil #Hope #kingdomImagery #MythicPoetry #Nonviolence #peace #PeaceGrooves #POETICAORAREContemplativePoetryPrayers #propheticImagination #redDragon #Redemption #resurrection #sacrifice #spiritualAllegory #symbolicWriting #theArcher #ThePrince #triumphOverEvil #victory #visionaryPoetry #Writing -
A BetTER Day
Independence has its day,
when o’er the skies fireworks display,
and dependence, too, is good,
as every tender spirit shouldlearn the grace of being held,
when pride is hushed, and fear is quelled.
But methinks we need another name,
a deeper word, a wider frame.It happens after we let one IN,
past the surface, past the skin,
past the guarded gates we keep,
past the places where hurt runs deep.In the space before DEPEND,
we see the other as vital friend,
all as branches from one tree,
as the grains of sand receive the sea.Then add three letters, soft but true,
TER arrives and makes it new.
Not just me and not just thee,
but something born between the three.In-TER-dependence names the art
of hand in hand and heart to heart,
while I am I, and you are you,
something sacred binds us too.Independence stands alone,
dependence leans on flesh and bone,
but interdependence humbly sings:
we rise by sharing roots and wings.July 4, 2015 (updated June 2026)
#Belonging #bridgeMetaphor #ChristianReflection #commonGood #Community #Connection #DeclarationOfInterdependence #dependence #faithAndCommunity #Hospitality #independence #independenceDay #July4 #July4thReflection #lettingOthersIn #mutualAid #peace #PeaceGrooves #Peacemaking #poeticReflection #POETICAORAREContemplativePoetryPrayers #sacredMiddle #socialHealing #Spirituality #SuggestedWordPressTagsInterdependence #togetherness #Unity #Words #Writing