---Arrow of Faith--->

 
So long I have traveled
my journey has been long
It all started with a single question
and now I’m faced with quite a few
My mind lingers in time past
“Should I have never, ever asked?” I ask
While in time past, regret comes across
“I should have tamed my curiosity”
By the lane of anticipation, I see a glimpse of the future
“Where would I have been if I didn’t venture?”
Which question would I ask then, if I ignored this one
This very one that has taken me this far
Would I be asking the same question?
Would I be afraid of the road ahead?
Or even more afraid of the time that’s left
Or the parts uncharted, to find the answer

I do not fear the past for it has passed
It cannot touch me, and neither can I
I am afraid of the journey ahead
I am afraid of my next footstep
I am afraid that I may find the answer there
I am afraid that I may not
If I do, then what will I ask next?
If I don’t, then which step will be my last?
“When?” I ask, will this last step come to pass

I have neither yet seen the glimmer in the distance
nor have I seen a sign for hope among the mysteries
It is dark all around but for the spark of my curiosity

Suddenly, my mind returns home from wandering
“In past or future, it should have had no dwelling!”
For the present moment is to all I have privilege
To the “here and now!” my awareness I redirect

I stretch my wings wider and broader
As sails to catch the winds of uncovered mysteries
I feel the drift beneath me, my altitude rises
I hear the wind behind me, my momentum resurfaces

A trail I leave behind, and entangled within it, fear
They both shrink in the distance, with no sign of resistance
I’m certain of this, without even turning to glance
Because the weight of fear is getting lighter as I ascend higher
And the traces of the past diminish as I go further and further

I’m not certain of the gap but I know the answer is closer than ever
I asked a question and I’m traveling between it and the answer

I know with each moment I escape
The answer I seek draws nearer for my sake
I will not stop now, or alter my course
And have wisdom behold me at arms length, returning to my uncertain source
I will not put her through tears and sorrows
For if my back is turned, I will become a lost cause,
I will be heading deeper in the belly of mystery from where I came
This cannot be!, for my motion cannot change

Away from the question had I long directed my gaze
My back I had turned on uncertainty’s face
I threw fear away in the depths of the past
I flew far away to the heights of clouds

My sights are now sharpened for the slightest glimmer
My ears wide open for the faintest whisper
My mind is still like a silent hunter
With patience on my left and prudence on my right
Awaiting the perfect moment of my strike

The string of curiosity was once long stretched
The bow of hope was very well bent
By the hand of yearning, was this arrow of faith released
With power and speed from will and certainty
It shoots for its target, ultimately its destiny

I will fly and pierce through the heart of wisdom
And there I will find the answer to my question
I can already feel the coming satisfaction
Oh such love it will be !, a most perfect union