"Your children are not your children.
They are the sons and daughters of
Life's longing for itself.
They come through you but not from you,
And
though they are with you yet they belong not to you.
You may give them your love but not your thoughts,
For they have their
own thoughts.
You may house their bodies but not their souls,
For their
souls dwell in the house of tomorrow,
which you cannot visit, not even in
your dreams.
You may strive to be like them,
but seek not to make them
like you.
For life goes not backward nor tarries with yesterday.
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."
~Kendra~
1 comment:
I love this, right up to the part about the archer, then I have to part ways with Gibran... one of my favorite wise men.
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