The Flight of an Arrow

The majority of the poetry I write is rhymed and metered. But every once in a while I try my hand at free verse, if I think it fits better with the idea I have. Here is the latest free verse poem I've written:

The Flight of an Arrow

Steady, ready to go
Wherever I am sent,
He pulled me to his ear,
And I heard him whisper
“Fly!”
And I was released;
A fog of uncertainties
Seemed to dampen my flight,
But the arm was true,
And I carried on.

Dreams of striking crows,
Or piercing the armor
Of some nonexistent foe
Were on my mind,
But I, the arrow
Had a future determined
By the bow
And the arm that was true,
And I carried on.

And the arm and the eye
Had an aim that was true,
And when I was embedded
In the center of the Father’s will—
The bulls-eye of eternity—
I knew the arm was true,
And I had been carried on
To what was best…

(c) 2005 Benjamin Graber

This poem used a new metaphor to explore a fairly common theme in my poetry: God knows best, and He is always faithful to work everything out for our good. He never misses His aim.