.. the bow that is stable.

 

 

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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 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.
~ Kahlil Gibran

Reminders.


Last night I was thinking to myself that sometimes, there really is no one to talk to; no one who could possibly understand… and even God is strangely silent.

As I was driving to work this morning.. I was struck by the beauty of the world surrounding me. There was an explosion of color all around; reds, oranges, yellows… this really is a beautiful time of year. There was a gentle breeze that would carry the leaves into sometimes a waltz, other times a whirling dervish-like kind of dance, and then they would gently fall to the ground.  It was truly a silent symphony nature was conducting right in front of me.

But before I could reach the end of my smile, I was hit with a stark realization: the beauty that I was witnessing… was death. Those leaves were dying. And it was beautiful.  And as I drive that way to my job every day, God willing, I will witness the continuation of this death, and then the coming back to life. And the trees will be bigger and lusher and more abundant in the spring.

Reminders. Right in front of my eyes.

My thoughts then took me on a journey:

There is death.. and there is re-birth.

There is pain.. and there is joy. My pain may be someone else’s joy.

There is loss.. and there is gain. My loss may be someone else’s gain.

Who am I to always want to have the joy and the gain all the time?

There are times when we feel we’ve lost the love of our lives.. but then we meet someone who makes us realize that we never even knew what love really was.

We may lose something that we think can never be replaced.. but then we gain something monumentally better.

Reminders.

Showing me that it is only through the combination of joy and pain that we can truly know anything about ourselves and our destiny; that it is the only way to learn what we should avoid and what we need to do to grow. That we must indeed accept disappointment while realizing that it is finite. But there is infinite hope. That “Sadness is but a wall between two gardens” (Kahlil Gibran). Does that mean that we shouldn’t be sad or feel pain? No. It means we should see it and accept it for what it is. Another blessing from our Creator.

God is never silent. Even when I choose to be deaf.