Children
I see them and it makes me shiver
Teenagers teaching workshops
With confidence and skill
Children who had magick sung
To them each night
Over their cradles
As the Moon rose in the window
I know it sounds cliché
But the future is in their hands
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Grey haired Elders
Who bitch and complain
Certainly they have the right
To say they’d never do it again
They talk and rant about things
Out dated by twenty years
Embittered by drama and gossip
They walk away tired and disillusioned
I know it sounds cliché
But the future is leaving their hands
*
I hear the whispers from people who know
Things are changing in a quiet sort of way
Some folks are scared and worried
What does the future hold?
I see children run by at the Gathering
I smile and I say
I know it sounds cliché
But expect to be similarly surpassed
In ways we can’t even imagine
I see them and it makes me shiver
With anticipation
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Come mothers and fathers
Throughout the land
And don’t criticize
What you can’t understand
Your sons and your daughters
Are beyond your command
Your old road is rapidly agin’
Please get out of the new one if you can’t lend your hand
For the times they are a-changin’
–Bob Dylan, “The Times They Are A-Changin’”
You who are on the road
Must have a code that you can live by
And so become yourself
Because the past is just a good bye.
Teach your children well,
Their father’s hell did slowly go by,
And feed them on your dreams
The one they picked, the one you’ll know by.
…
And you, of tender years,
Can’t know the fears that your elders grew by,
And so please help them with your youth,
They seek the truth before they can die.
Teach your parents well,
Their children’s hell will slowly go by,
And feed them on your dreams
The one they picked, the one you’ll know by.
Don’t you ever ask them why, if they told you, you would cry,
So just look at them and sigh and know they love you.
– Crosby, Stills, Nash, Young “Teach Your Children”
*swoon* i LOVE this song
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oh so true. sometimes elders want to hold onto their time won wisdom, but those raised with Goddess, who have lived what we dreamed of….