What will
our children do in the morning?
Will they wake with their hearts wanting to fly,
the way wings
should?
Will they have dreamed the needed flights and gathered
the strength from the planets that all men and women need
to balance the wonderful charms of
the earth
so that her power and beauty does not make us forget our own?
I know all about the ways of the heart-- how it wants to be alive.
Love so needs to love
that it will endure almost anything, even abuse,
just to flicker for a moment. But the sky's mouth is kind,
its song will never hurt you, for I
sing those words.
What will our children do in the morning
if they do not see us
fly?
This poem was written by Rumi, a Sufi mystic. This translation is from
"Love Poems from God," edited by Daniel Ladinsky, a Penguin Compass book. I hope God doesn't sue me!