The Arrow and the Song, Henry Wadsworth Longfellow

Today is my mother's 50th birthday, and the day of my first Wiccan ritual.

I'll write down my experiences hopefully today, but sometime soon, when I have all the pictures to select from.

Until then, enjoy this:

I shot an arrow into the air,
It fell to earth, I knew not where;
For, so swiftly it flew, the sight
Could not follow it in its flight.

I breathed a song into the air,
It fell to earth, I knew not where;
For who has sight so keen and strong,
That it can follow the flight of song?

Long, long afterward, in an oak
I found the arrow, still unbroke;
And the song, from beginning to end,
I found again in the heart of a friend.