Monday, 9 November 2009

With thanks to Kahlil Gibran

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 he 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.

3 comments:

Stigmum said...

That's so beautiful, so so beautiful! I remember the pain of learning my son's not 'mine' when he was two so this poem makes complete sense to me, beautiful beautiful sense. That my boy isn't 'mine' but he is with me! I've heard of the poet before but could never remember his name, so thank you, I'm going to note it down and see if I can get a book of his stuff. And thank you for posting this x

beingmumbeingme said...

Yes, I love it too, and find it especially helpful when I'm struggling with understanding how the conflicting ideals of my girls' Dad and I impact on them. They'll find their own way ultimately, and we'll both still love them whatever those ways turn out to be.

It's from a book called The Prophet.

Maybe not relevant to you but I also found his words on death comforting when my Dad died x

awin said...

did you know kahlil onced said : man should pray when in happiness and big success.
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