Angel's Arrow - Poem by Casey Jarrell
Looking up across the sky,
two feathers begin to fly.
They're falling down, within my sight,
and calmly landed in my hand without a fight.
In this time, they begin to glow,
and now they are an arrow and a bow.
From the time the arrow has been shot,
I began to dream my family's plot.
In this time, the arrow will shine.
A release of light made everything fine.
On this day, I've discovered my own fate.
It is now known that I can beautifully decorate.
In this time, the arrow lands.
It can only be in my healing hands.
In this time, the light will cease.
It will be tomorrow when the light can release.
It released a light that can heal a sparrow.
I now have an angel's arrow.
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