Shield Of Faith

archers are lining up,
swiveling their words between
bared teeth,
and setting them ablaze.

archers are lining up,
anticipating the arrow
firing into my lungs,
watching my heart's descent.

but i carry a shield,
a weapon formed from
faith's sweat,
and they will hear my cry.

yes, i carry a shield,
and no darting arrow,
no schemed word,
can penetrate the love guarding my heart.