In honor of the fallen children

[Prisoner_Number_Six]

A poem I wrote long ago. I hope it eases the sadness, if only a little...

FARAWAY

A little boy runs on the beach!
He dances wildly with the sun
in joy unbridled for the day--
He laughs out with delighted cry!
Then prances 'round with arms upraised,
small body flashing 'cross the sand
to chase (to catch!) the gleaming birds
that circle high above his head
and cry out just for him!
He calls for them to swoop to him;
to pick him up and fly away
to freedom pure in sparkling skies--
to Faraway, behind the clouds,
where lie the dreams of
running little boys....

© 2012 Steven A. Hessler
All Rights Reserved

[CherokeeDem]

1. Lovely poem...

and a lovely offering for this very sad day.

Thank you.....

[csziggy]

2. Beautiful. Another poem

Melissa Harris Perry read it at the end of her show today:

Children Chapter IV
by Khalil Gibran

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 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.
http://allpoetry.com/poem/8511835-Children_Chapter_IV-by-Khalil_Gibran

[CaliforniaPeggy]

3. That is beautiful, my dear PN6...

I love it, and I think it's very appropriate for today, and for all the days ahead.

It will help our sorrow lift...