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.

-Khalil Gibran (1883-1931) from The Prophet


 The reading of this writing was never so poignant in my life as when my brother read it aloud at the memorial service of my baby girl Anais who was born still on the 19th of September 2007. She is my fourth baby angel and inspiration for all I do. Expand your awareness and appreciate every moment you can with your loved ones. Love yourself and everyone else through when times appear most difficult. When you do this, you will get through it together.

Here’s a link to more of Kahlil Gibran’s works