“The Prophet” profits me, indeed…

A gift given to me by sweet husband years ago, the simple book entitled “The Prophet” is filled with deeply profound musings by Kahil Gibran. Depending on where I am in life, I find myself gravitating to this little book as I can easily flip to the table of contents and find something inspiring to ponder on about just about any ‘life’ subject.

Cover Image from The Prophet

As I enter my sixth month of pregnany, the impending birth of my son feels more real by the day. He is moving inside of me in ways that create little space for doubt that this is really happening! No longer can I label these crazy sensations as gas bubbles… Now my husband has actually felt our little guy move, as well, which is exciting for both of us.

So, lately (and with good reason), I find myself reading all kinds of books, trying to prepare for what’s to come and expected in the final months of pregnancy, labor, birth, the first few weeks and months with newborn, parenting in general, and on and on. Yet I know in my heart that parenthood is mostly ‘on-the-job-training’ and that no one and no book can prepare you for what your unique experience will be with this little being that is your child. That perhaps my greatest strength as a parent is to try to be the best me I can, from day to day. And also live – as much as one can – day by day. Being present to what is; Breathing; Grounding; Being open to the Unknown. And maybe, most importantly, accepting that I am human and I am bound to make some mistakes along the way…?

However, I was seeking something a little more inspiring from another source, other than my own thoughts. 🙂

This is what I found in the table of contents of “The Prophet” entitled ‘On Children’ —

“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 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 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.

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.”

Wow. I can only hope that I step into the role of that flexible yet stable bow. Definitely thoughts to mull over.

In the meantime, I hold gratitude for so much and so many on this eve of Thanksgiving. There is truly a bounty in this life for which to be thankful. Peace to you all.


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