The sunrise was kissing the trees above the barn earlier. I set it as the Masthead above.
When I first rose from sleep, before cracking my eyes, I had this in my head. It's on a plaque that has been hanging in my parent's home for as many years as I can remember.
I've read it hundreds of times.
Now when I visit them I make a point to stop and read it. It's time for me to get one for here.
Stay safe, try and enjoy the day no matter what you do.
Beautiful, sunny morning here in SW PA. Sixty degrees and very low humidity. Big change from the hot, muggy weather that's been plaguing us for a while now. I may even hit the local trout stream this week if this continues.......
ReplyDeleteMay you have a blessed day today, tomorrow and always, Irish!
ReplyDeletePerhaps more true than ever. Thanks Irish for the reminder.
ReplyDeleteThat's a great plaque.
ReplyDeleteI've been around long enough to have heard the narrated version of this. Can't remember the narrator, though...
ReplyDeleteAlways good advice.
I've been around long enough to have heard the narrated version of this. Can't remember the narrator, though...
ReplyDeleteAlways good advice.
see also Deteriorata. A National Lampoon parody
ReplyDeletethe Les Crane narration: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=2yNJaKF9sXA
Igor, narrator was Ed Ames. Remember the Ames Brothers? Nah, you're much too young.
ReplyDeleteRiiiiiiiight.
Delete(You forgot the /SARC tag, dude.)
A poem commonly known as Parents Creed:
ReplyDelete"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."
Some sources also add:
"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
"On Children"