Out of the outer dim

dipped in love and blood,

our arrow waits to come.

Final sure aim waits to take

all done what will be done.

Blind eyes open

dawn shakes . . . we awake . . .

we see . . .

shadows shy away and pine —

Is this it? Is it this?

Is it not . . .or is it IS?

Dipped in love and blood

our arrow swiftly comes

out of the outer dim.

Runner runs the distance;

fighter takes his stance;

both are taken down

by nature’s final lance.

Our store consumed . . .

collapsed as memories lapse . . .

struggle subsides . . .

surrendering all that’s past.

What do we have

that has not been given.

What do we get

that cannot be taken.

After all, the worst is all

that can happen.

The best all

that may happen.

Our arrow comes for us

out of the outer dim

dipped in love and blood.

 Cold ground or happy quest?

Soul free or full of life’s regrets?  

Indifference dies in face of death.

Come loving arrow

faster than faint heart,

speed right to us,

pass right through us,

fiery love sear us,

blood-stained point heal us.

Show us the way

where we may land  

by your aim, not our hand,

by your will our time fulfill.

Through this life, to your side,

beyond the outer dim . . .

Let us on your arrow ride.