Releasing Her Heart Song

Her mystery, her very own essence rolling through the waves, and the release of her heart song ascending through the ocean air,

but would he hear her calling, even in the neglect of his own spirit? still grasping for that mountaintop as if he could see into the history forming.

Would he hear her calling from the depths of her desperation?

Would he hear her voice?

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Note: This is experimental.

The Gift of Rain

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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