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 our 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.
- Kahlil Gibran
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Sep 13, 2008 @ 19:03:05
Cool stuff!
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Sep 14, 2008 @ 08:06:05
Dankie. Daar is ‘n mooi simboliek in hierdie gedig 😉
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Sep 16, 2008 @ 14:29:39
Dis pragtig – en ek is so bly om te sien jou blog groei met die lesers!
Wens nou net jy het al so 8 jaar gelede begin…ek kon baie hierby gebaat het!
Dankie en lekker dag vir jou.
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Sep 16, 2008 @ 19:54:10
Dankie 😉 Dalk is daar ‘n ding of twee wat steeds kan help.
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Apr 21, 2011 @ 10:28:49
wat is die pragtige gedig se naam ?
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Apr 21, 2011 @ 19:34:20
Hallo, Maryna 😉 Ek dink die naam is On Children.
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Jun 23, 2011 @ 13:41:17
Hi juffer,
Als wat ek sien is fantasties, en leer selfs baie baie.
Wel gedaan
Charmaine in George
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Jun 23, 2011 @ 15:37:54
Baie dankie, Charmaine 😉 Loer gerus weer in!
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