Quote:
Originally Posted by DesoleInBoston
It took a bit of searching to find it in the US. I don't see it on Spotify yet here.
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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,
though they're with you
they belong
to themself
You may give them your love but not your thoughts.
For they
have thoughts
on
their own
You may house their bodies
not their souls,
For their souls
dwell in the house
of tomorrow,
you can not visit,
not even in your dreams.
You may strive (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 the bow that is stable.
Let your bending in the archer's hand be
for gladness;
For even as He loves the arrow that flies, so He loves the bow that is stable.