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.
They may have their own thoughts but God has given me the responsibility to shape those thought processes.For they have their own thoughts.
You may house their bodies but not their souls,
it is through my eyes that they saw the world, and the eyes are the windows of the soul.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.
Time itself reflects back and forth. life should be lived in the present but with a rearview mirror in sight as well as focus on the future. my children may belong to the future but together we are in the presentYou 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;
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