Sizzling and Hissing

Yet another shaft
Finds its mark
In the heart's centre
All hopes shatter
As the arrow
Pierces the armour

Only a tiny pain
No blood?
I think
Turning inward
Looking for answers
In wonder

A mail, a post
Timely reminders?
That in God's altar
There is a purpose
Hidden and obscure
But future secure

The wheel of time
Taking its course
Natural, unhurried
Marching to its beat
Driving us on roads unknown
Using us to achieve its goals.

Not ours,
It has no use
In the scheme of life
It serves no purpose
Driven by time
And not the mind

Mind control
Is all pure drivel
An illusion
That we fear
To break and see
The truth within

And yet we strive
To prove otherwise
Can we pause
The flow of time?
Change the course
This nature of mine?

Can I stop
The flow of words
Sizzling and hissing
Like oil on skillet?
Waiting to pour out
On paper white?

Write then
Till the fount dries
For maybe a purpose
Unheard cries
Like a glowworm
Meant to die.

The purpose, the purpose!
You well ask
But is this outpour
Really a task?
Just the joy of creation
Isn't that why this inspiration?

Take heart
Keep faith
There is a reason
Why you fail
Only to learn that
There is another way.