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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 through 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
infiinite,
and He bends you with His
might that His arrows might go swift anad
far.
Let your bending in the archer's hand be for
gladness;
For even as He loves the arrow that flies,
so he loves the
bow that is stable.
-Kalil Gibran
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