written by gibran khalil gibran:
And a woman who held a babe against her bosom said
Speak to us of children , and he said,
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 can not visit not even in your dreams
You may stive 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 gladdness
For even as he loves that arrow that flies
So he loves also the bow that is stable.
And a woman who held a babe against her bosom said
Speak to us of children , and he said,
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 can not visit not even in your dreams
You may stive 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 gladdness
For even as he loves that arrow that flies
So he loves also the bow that is stable.
Guy Fawkes &
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