Måtte bare vise et bilde av våre to engler, troll, luringer og elsklinger. Disse to er det nydeligste vi har skapt noen sinne. Nå sover de søtt i sengene sine, men er klare for en ny dag i morgen. Vi gleder oss.
Det største mysterium er ikke mer enn det at en ørliten kropp er våknet til jorden.
Den nyfødte ser. To luker i himmelen går opp.
Selv fem-trinns-raketter og kjernefysikk blir puslingers puslespill når det nyfødte barn med et eneste blikk beviser at Gud er til.
Den nyfødte ser. To luker i himmelen går opp.
Selv fem-trinns-raketter og kjernefysikk blir puslingers puslespill når det nyfødte barn med et eneste blikk beviser at Gud er til.
André Bjerke
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 our 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.
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 our 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
Klem fra Mamma og Pappa
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