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On Children, a poem by Kahlil Gibran

February 9th, 2009 · 2 Comments

On Children

“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.”

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2 responses so far ↓

  • 1 Mrs. Chili // Feb 10, 2009 at 6:57 am

    I have always adored this poem, mostly because it speaks directly to how I feel as a parent. My children aren’t MINE, per se, and I try always to keep in mind that they are their own beings, and that we all belong to the Universe.

  • 2 Mark // Feb 23, 2009 at 8:05 pm

    Great poem. I love the use of the bow as an analogy. The bow is fixed yet flexible. Thanks for sharing.

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