Today Being Mother's Day, I Have ...
--Radha Ivaturi
1 minute read
May 10, 2015


Today being Mother's day, I have been reflecting on my role as a mother and also feeling grateful for my own who tirelessly nurtured me through the years. My friend shared this poem by Khalil Gibran which touched me deeply. As with everything else, one is a conduit, an instrument in HIS hands...

On Children, by Kahlil Gibran
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.


Posted by Radha Ivaturi on May 10, 2015