Quiver, Stand Poem by Ferdinand L Quintos

Nervously, I quiver
like an ancient arrow
in a weathered quiver
swaying as the winds blow
in the midst of summer.

Gallantly, I stand
like an olden warrior,
each peril I stand
though the vaunted vigor
has left each aging hand.

I thank God’s constant light
that shone upon my way,
my heart still feels light,
all the cares of the day
I give each a good fight.

All fights I may not last,
still I feel content,
when dusk settles at last
to the Omnipotent
with trust my fate I cast.