Necessary Arrows

Love, your arrows have sunk into me.
They are buried now so deep.
And there was sour poison on them
It’s wearing down this poor vessel,
Etching thin these hard clay walls,
And burning up my heart.

Is all that really necessary?
They say…they say it is.
Those arrows must find
Their purchase.

Love, I don’t want to fear your hand-
Never thought you’d touch this way.
Those sharp points at your fingertips -
Glistening red; caught my eye and All,
Sweetly tearing through my flesh
Just running through my hair.

Is all that really necessary?
Perhaps…perhaps it is.
Your affections are arrayed
Against me.

Love, I have never tried to run from you.
Why do you still hunt me in my sleep?
You seem so intent to go on then
Chasing me when you know I’ll fall,
Gathering all your kind lessons
To drive straight through my heart.

Is that really necessary?
It seems rough…rough sometimes.
It’s not for me to say I
Deserve it.

Love, will you let me take your hand someday?
Will you please hold me tight again – today?
I dream still that I can feel your lips
Brushing mine when there was no law
Between our souls. Happiness
Is having you right here –
Right here.

Is all this really necessary?
Yes, I think it is. I think it is.
It is necessary
For you to love me.

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Vicki’s Valentine

O LORD, rebuke me not in your anger,
nor discipline me in your wrath!
For your arrows have sunk into me,
and your hand has come down on me.
(Psalm 38:1-2 ESV)

For the arrows of the Almighty are in me;
my spirit drinks their poison;
the terrors of God are arrayed against me.
(Job 6:4)