Children of God

I do not claim authorship of the below notes

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 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 backwards nor tarries with yesterday.
You are the bows from which your children
as living arrows are sent forth.
The archer seems 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.
One clap, two clap, three clap, forty?

By clapping more or less, you can signal to us which stories really stand out.