Georgia Rose Maryam

You are the bows from which your children as
        living arrows are set 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.

- Khalil Gibran