Warriors of the Word

We are warriors of the word, you and I.
Our battlefield is the vast expanse of blank white paper. Our weapons nothing more than the humble pen and pencil; dull in origin, but sharpened by the wisdom of our thoughts. Forever striving to bring life to the desolate, austere landscape, we litter it with the bodies of our imperfect thoughts; thoughts slain by the swipe of our weapons.

And yet, we differ greatly, you and I.
I, am a mere swordsman. Blunt and headlong in my approach to battle. Attacking with wide sweeping movements. Lacking in finesse, perhaps, but that’s the extent to what swords - and my ability - are capable of.
You, on the other hand, are an archer. Atop your hill of knowledge and experience you stand, and from there you witness the world. Only when your eyes and mind have taken in everything that needs to be known – along the horizon and beyond – do you slowly begin to mount your attack. Weaving knowledge, power, love, and skill together, you stretch your bow, holding it for what seems like infinity before you finally find the perfect moment to release. And when you do, – whoosh! – Your arrow explodes in a song of beauty, soaring over the bleak landscape, penetrating the very heart of the white void, injecting into it the very substance of your heart and soul, moving even the mighty swordsman to tears..

Sometimes, I as a swordsman, become envious of you. Whereas my weapon is constrained to the lowly confines of this earth, your arrow knows not such boundaries. Your passion and skill allow it to rise to the very heights of Heaven. Laced with adoration and love of The Divine it returns, ready to shoot through even the hardest of hearts and allow them to savor the beauty of that love as well..

We are warriors of the word, you and I.
And though the weapons we wield are different in shape and ability, we, as warriors, are still the same..

But in an unexpected twist, your arrow has penetrated my own soul. Thus I lie here, a lowly swordsman poisoned by the divine love that you had dipped your arrow in. Seemingly drowning in the life blood that now gushes out from within me, and yet feeling more alive than ever..