Care of Dona, care of her pastor? maybe? Her mother's? I don't know. She would know. It was on her facebook. But it rang so true with me considering the course of the last few months in my house. It's Kahlil Gibran, whom I usually do not go for in a big way. But this stanza. Yup.
You are the bows from which your children
as living arrows are sent forth.
The archer sees the mark upon the path of the infinite, and
He bends you with His might that His arrows may go swift and far
Let your bending in the archer's hand be for gladness;
For even as He loves the arrow that flies,
So he loves also the bow that is stable.
77. Doberge Cake
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I've never made one before.
It's Mardi Gras, at least for a little while longer, and I lived in
Houston, which is close enough to East Texas and Louisiana ...
4 days ago
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My living arrows have shot so far that sometimes I can barely see them in the distance....
That was from my mom's best friend's husband, Gordon. He grew up (and still lives) in rural Northern Illinois (and went to school with my husband's narrow-minded brothers) but is an amazing person -- well-read, very smart, liberal, open-minded, thoughtful. Someone who you don't expect to find (at his age) in Plato Center Illinois.
what a beautiful sentiment! thank you so much for sharing.
Beautiful.
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