CoffeeShop Blues
An Arrow to God
A medieval monk
Labored in meditation in a cloistered room
Desperate for union he imagined
An arrow of love to pierce the heart of god
Sleek, long and steadied by a feather
The smooth shaft and lethal point
Arches elegant to the heart of the sixteen year old boy
Frozen by fear that binds all in the last moment
Such a metaphor is the arrow
Is it the simple, natural beauty of its honed wood?
Or the finality of its business end
That intrigues one?
Was the arch of the arrow a symbol of the monk’s life?
The solid shaft an enduring, unrequited love
The impacted fatal triangle
The terminus one shares with god?
In today’s imagery would it be a rocket to the moon
Or the rocket propelled grenade
The monk would use to make his point
That All we need is love....
Perhaps the monk should ask John Lennon
Or just leave the confines of his room
Grab a handful of moist earth
Smell it
And look at the cerulean sky
The mongrel dog might catch his eye
And in fear he may return to his room
Not seeing the connection
Between the earth, the sky, that dog and himself
He only sees the differences
Justifies separation of body and soul
And wonders
Why god doesn’t speak to him
All we need is love....
And the wisdom of silence...and science!
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