What surprised him the most was the strength of the bow, the Living Bow. Would she accept him? How many times had he trained with his uncle? Yet he was able to notch the arrow as the bow yielded.
He began pulling it back, and his arms quickly began straining. The bow yielded more and began to sing. He pulled her back further as she began a heavenly chorus, with the sound of many voices. And further he pulled, now pointing the arrow straight up at grey clouds.
He heard his Mother’s voice…..his Mother who wasn’t there, yet was everywhere at once, saying, “Always use your gifts for good, never for evil…” He let the arrow fly, and the Living Bow stopped her singing….At first there was nothing yet gradually he felt a drop here, then there.
And eventually it did rain….over the scorched and dry land.
So it was true after all he thought.
He did have the gift of rain.
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What a wonderful story, Nico!
Thank you Erika! Your comment is a blessing. Peace and wonderful blessings to you.
Thank you, dear friend!
So Beautiful..!β¨ππ§ππ
Thank you so much! Peace and wonderful blessings to you.
My greatest pleasure, always.β¨π β¨ Infinite Light and Blessings to you, Dear friend.ππ
Blessings to you.
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Beautiful words
Thank you D.A.! Peace my friend and wonderful blessings.
Very many blessings always
Beautiful prose, Nico! Exactly how I feel about my motherβnot here, but everywhere at once. And I agree about the rainβa gift.
Thank you Crystal for your beautiful comments! Peace and wonderful blessings to you.
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Thank you Elle! Peace and wonderful blessings.
Thank you, wishing you the same. πππΌ
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