Archery Owl

Joined March 2024

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Gravel
We sat on the porch, wrapped in the quiet, as she poured out her salvation, a heavy gospel laid at my feet. She recited her testimony like a script,
By Archery Owl about 16 hours ago in Poets
They can’t take that away from me
Gross Deeply Unsafe Avoidant Dismissive Gold buried under piles of shit
By Archery Owl about 17 hours ago in Poets
Lift
Hands grip the heavy steel. A violent heave, breaking gravity, then the crashing, heavy release.
By Archery Owl about 18 hours ago in Poets
Sadly Beautiful
Like a deer stumbling upon a quiet stream in the woods, I search for you. Not a shallow puddle or a passing trickle. I seek deep waters.
By Archery Owl a day ago in Poets
Healing Upward and Outward
Healing Upward and Outward Reconciliation is repairing the broken threads that connect us. These threads reach in two directions: up and out. First, we must consider the vertical dimension: our internal self and our relationship with the Divine. Before we can reach out to others, we are called to look inward and sit in the quiet, sometimes uncomfortable light of self-reflection. We must ask, “Where have we stumbled or contributed to a fracture?”
By Archery Owl 3 days ago in Humans
Happy Birthday
You are loved For your strength and determination For your intelligence and curiosity For your beautiful heart For being my partner
By Archery Owl 8 days ago in Poets
Trees in a Storm
Bent by heavy winds, Tangled branches scrape and catch, Scattered leaves take flight. Yet my roots are deep and strong, Holding fast against the storm.
By Archery Owl 9 days ago in Poets
Friends
Friends are interesting creatures We share A kindness A love A joy Sometimes fear Sometimes jealousy Sometimes pain
By Archery Owl 9 days ago in Poets
Wrestling in the Dark
You pull back Wincing For you have been wrestling him all night The light of day brings fresh pain Your chest and back are scratched
By Archery Owl 9 days ago in Poets
Our Name
We share a name, but not much else, except the quickening of breath.
By Archery Owl 9 days ago in Poets
Granite Stillness
Some days, I want to be as still as granite. Like the stone countertops Mom once admired but couldn’t afford. I don't want to worry or to feel.
By Archery Owl 10 days ago in Poets
The Open Well
Let him be loved. Let her be known. Let them find a joy, To share with all Drawn from Sychar’s well.
By Archery Owl 10 days ago in Poets