"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."
— Kahlil Gibran, The Prophet
The Bow and the Arrow is my reflection inspired by the verses above:
The seasoned wood must bear the strain,
To hold the pull, to feel the pain,
For every flight demands a cost,
Where nothing owned is ever lost.
The tension bends the bamboo low,
The cord is worn by what we sow,
Yet in the snap of parting wire,
The spark becomes a separate fire.
No debt is owed, no backward glance,
The launch was but a fleeting dance;
The quiet bow accepts the sky,
And lets the distant arrow fly.
Of course, Gibran forgot to mention that the gallery would look like this.
To every parent out there currently serving as a 24/7 tech support, homework scanner, and math tutor—I see you.
Have a wonderful weekend, everyone!