Speak to us of Children
After writing my previous blog about letting go of my kids, I remembered Kahlil Gibran’s The Prophet. I already have made the book as my reference from and earlier post, Kahlil Gibran On Marriage, and I wish to share with you again some portions of that great literature, this time about children.
It is very obvious by now that I am a big fan of The Prophet - not really of Gibran, because this is the only book of his that I read and own. This poetic essay is a collection of his philosophical thoughts on different aspects of life, love, marriage, children, giving, work, death, and even friendship, to name a few. I love collecting articles and books about life and inspirational stories, so if you’re like me, I highly recommend you to find a copy, or better yet use the power of internet and google it down. For sure, you will find all the contents of this mighty book. Oops, I just found this site from google and this contain all the poems from The Prophet. Just click the link.
Anyways, without further no nonsense, I wish to share with you Gibran’s thoughts about children - simple, philosophical, yet vital and true.
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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 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 arrows that flies,
so He loves also the bow that is stable.
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