Showing posts with label poetry on children. Show all posts
Showing posts with label poetry on children. Show all posts

Tuesday, May 12, 2020

Searching for Life's Meaning



About This Poem 

This is an inspirational poem about life. 
At some point in our lives, we keep on searching for our life's purpose and meaning. 
Given all that we have been through; God has a special plan for us.




Searching for Life's Meaning


Thinking

Feeling

Looking in

Searching for life’s meaning


Sensing

Savoring

Reflecting

With my heart’s deep longing


Experiencing

Analyzing

Evaluating

Searching never ends


Life’s twists and turns

Expecting the unexpected

Go with the stream of life

In this searching shall I find


Sense of belonging

Committing oneself for a cause

So everything would make sense

With this search to subside


Signs what I need

Listening to my heart’s hunches

With my greater reality’s call being considered

Obedience in my searching for self-fulfillment


In my searching, I heartily found

Found yet unfound

Things seem confusing, course of events seem changing

Hope in my searching, I will finally find God’s special plan for me.



Copyright 2020. Inspirations from the Heartstrings. All Rights Reserved.



Saturday, February 7, 2015

Poem on Children | By Kahlil Gibran



From My Heart To Yours:

"This masterpiece of Kahlil Gibran is a great point of reflection for parents like me on the aspect of raising our children." ~ jpco

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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 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.
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.


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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 sees the mark upon the path of the infinite,
and He bends you with His might that His arrows may go swift and far.


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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.