Oriana's Naming Ceremony

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Starlight and Solar Flares

 

Birdsong heralds a new day dawn,

singing out a proposition,

of a world of joy, that beckons you,

to love without condition.

 

As day breaks over a mountain ridge,

awakening you in turn,

seize your day and in every way,

seek truth and always learn.

 

Breathe in, breathe out and breathe again,

feel freedom fill your soul.

Let your happiness delight the world,

laugh, be brave, be bold.

 

As the midday sun beams overhead,

and sunshine fills your hair,

share your thoughts with family and friends,

you know they care, they will be there.

 

Dance amongst the flowers,

embrace each afternoon with glee.

Believe in yourself and always strive,

to live your life in peace and harmony.

 

In fading light as liquid night

comes cascading over thee,

seek the light within you,

and be all that you can be.

 

And when darkness falls around you,

look up, do not despair.

For your life is bathed in starlight,

and your dreams ride solar flares.

  

Deane Hornsby

 

 

On Children by Kahlil 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.

 


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