Refinement is My Middle Name


My mom, sister and I have decided to memorize a scripture and poem in every month of 2015. Nobody has overtly attributed this goal to the influence of “Anne of Green Gables,” but Anne (with an e!) is most certainly at the root of our desire to be able to recite poetry fluidly in casual conversation. There’s really no other explanation.

In January I memorized “Life is Fine” by Langston Hughes and 1 Corinthians 13:12 . In February it was “Invictus” by William Ernest Henley and John 9: 2-3.

What are your favorite poems and forgotten scriptures? What should I add to my list?

My mom’s February poem was “On Children” by Kahlil Gibran. And it’s beautiful. Too beautiful not to share.

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.

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