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

*

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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5 Responses to Children

  • Makarios says:

    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’”

    • Ivy says:

      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”

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  • Charlene says:

    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….

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