Fathers Day thoughts

With love to all my children on Fathers Day, Jordan, Declan, Keenan, Morgan, Rosa and Pip, you are the joy of being a Father.  I’d like to dedicate the following to you:

On Children
 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.

Marianna, Kahlil's Sister

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If it was (To Morgan)

IMG_0102If it was (To Morgan)

If it was that it was later
And time had come to pass,
Then she would know I did not forsake her
Or broke her heart like glass

If it was that I could make her
See that I just couldn’t stay,
That I could do nothing further
And leaving was the only way

If it was that I were stronger
Then I may be with her still
I tried to last a little longer
But each passing day made me ill.

If it was she could see through
The web that’s spun around her eyes
She’d see that which is true
And not believe those hateful lies.

If it was that I could tell her
That it wasn’t her made me leave
It became too much to stay there
The truth she’ll come to believe.

If it is that I’ll not call her name
For the rest of my waking days
Then please tell her she’s not to blame
It’s not the error of her ways.

If it is that I can’t get to show
That my heart did not grow weary
Then please I pray let her know
Just how much I love her dearly.