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“ OUR CHILDREN are not our children.
They are the sons and daughters of Life’s longing for itself…
They come through us but not from us.
And though they are with us yet they belong not to us.

We may give them our love but not our thoughts,
For they have their own thoughts.

We may house their bodies but not their souls,
For their souls dwell in the house of tomorrow, which we cannot visit, not even in our dreams.

We may strive to be like them, but seek not to make them like us.
For life goes not backward nor tarries with yesterday.

We are the bows from which our children as living arrows are sent forth.
The Archer sees the mark upon the path of the infinite, and He bends us with His might that the arrows may go swift and far.
Let our bending in the Archer’s hand be for gladness;
For even as He loves the arrows that fly, so He loves also the bows that are stable…..”

…The Poet