POETRY
Who Cries for the Children?
A poem for all parents and teachers
Who cries for the children who stand upon the shore Who come to be adored? They arrive as seeds for humanity’s dreams But who waters anymore?
Each child is a spark of laughter a gleam in a smiling god’s eye The Earth exhales with each of their footfalls creating mountains touching sky.
The ocean beholds the dry land and in love sends clouds with rain Thus the angels too behold us and send children again and again.
Who cries for the children who stand upon the shore Who come to be adored? They arrive as seeds for humanity’s dreams But who waters anymore?
We as a people stand in a great forest surrounded by giant trees of little me’s and try to raise our precious flowers in the darkness of a forest impossible to see.
Though each child holds the fire of heaven to be tended and allowed to set forth ablaze instead, we smother with cold knowledge when devils they become we point with blame.
Who cries for the children who stand upon the shore Who come to be adored. They arrive as seeds for humanity’s dreams But who waters anymore?
The sky is the hand of vastness its fingers are our children’s births paving the road we must travel as we continue our cosmic search.
So let us do cry for those upon the shore in joy of the opportunity to adore and care for these seeds of our becoming humanity and water with such tears evermore.
Reflections
It is not easy to be a parent. I have three children, two of whom are in their late twenties, and another just starting high school. Usually we stumble along, doing what our parents modeled for us, hopefully with some modifications. While we love our children, balancing their unique needs with the needs of operation and surviving in the adult world, makes it very hard to listen what are demanding from us.
They are the embodiment of the future. They are creativity itself. The adult world is world of boxes, of which many become coffins.
It is by stopping, and listening, can we hear their pleas for a better world, and to allow them to be who they are meant to be, not who we want them to be.
I became a Waldorf teacher so I could cry for the children every day in a classroom held up by the three pillars of Goodness, Beauty, and Truth. Here is the article on why I became such a teacher.
Here are some tips that I have gathered along my journey as both parent and teacher.
Here are a couple of poems I hope you will enjoy.
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