1.15.2008

On Children


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 arrow that flies,
so He loves also the bow that is stable.

The Prophet, Kahlil Gibran

With this poem in mind, I made the silhouettes of my children seen above, cut from art work they created on the computer (I like to save their Paint masterpieces). Though I may not be able to visit the place where their souls dwell, sometimes they share just a glimpse of their world through their creations. What a blessing it is to be in the presence of such fine arrows, and may I always aim for their gladness.

7 comments:

  1. Just gorgeous Molly, the poem, the silhouettes, and most especially the mother's heart :-)

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  2. Wow this is great, I love that poem so much.

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  3. Oh, Molly, I love that poem. Thanks for sharing. I like the part that says we may strive to be like them, but can't make them be like us. Sometimes I feel like I learn as much from my children as they learn from me.
    Thanks for sharing!

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  4. Simply lovely Molly. Thanks for sharing. Love the silhouettes!

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  5. "Like arrows in the hand of a might man, So are the sons of youth" Ps. 127:4
    You don't know until your kids are grown just how far you sent the arrows and where they will land.
    Our silhouettes of Avery and Aidan are sitting where I see them everytime I sit down to knit.

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  6. All beautiful, Molly. Thank you for sharing that poem, and the art. I think it can give everyone a bit of perspective.

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  7. ah, i love "the prophet".

    what a wonderful idea to cut their silhouettes from their artwork, showing what is inside their heads. love it.

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