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(Composed June 27, 2005)

No effort tried

Drained of strength and inspiration

Paralyzed in speaking his voice

Truth cannot escape his crippled tongue

And so he is misunderstood

Self-inflicting pain over pain

Misery over misery

From one burden to another

Drained of strength

So hurt he can but close himself, the walls rise higher and higher

So leave him be

A fast for sorrow

The company of so many friends

Yet still walking in solitude

The perpetual cry, Why?

No faith, no hope, no love

His only cry to heaven,

The archer his missed his mark

He seems to always miss his mark

And frustration builds on frustration

Fuels fear and shame

On what foundation must his life be built?
A simple concept so difficult to understand

What is the choice of honor?

Where is the path to peace?

Strong One, so inspiring, where are you?

For this dying soul, held in the eternal pieta

Longs for your light

For he but circles around the mocking darkness

Whose wings ache to fly

Over the dark clouds on to where the horizons are bright with promise

Tuned to the songs of ancient heroes

And longing to dance in the rhythm of brave hearts

to soar on the bright smiling warmth of the light

this is his hope..

a hope to be raised above the threatening storm

where the light of truth has overcome the darkness of confusion

for now, he cannot see past the tempest

tossed and turned about by the forceful waves

in a frustrating fluctuate of thoughts and moods

Comforter, come with your comfort

Lord over the flood, whose brazen feet run swift over the storm

Save this dying archer

Seek his heart that seeks your truth

You who understand, allow him to be understood

And more so, allow him to understand

Ephphatha

Let his mouth be opened, let his ears be unlocked

And he shall sing your praise

On your strength he stands

That the good fight may be his

To win race and to keep the faith…

And attain that crown and joy so long desired by this edgy heart

And find refuge in the land of rest

Amen