What Shall We Give the Children?
In the long twilight of the
Hot Indian Sun, the faces of the children grow luminous.
Ebony faces, arabesqued with a
Shinning smiles, making a mud cake, or drowsing in the
sandbox, their eyes large, they look and listen,
as if they glimpsed the peripheries of miracle or heard a
soundless music in the air. From the innocent kingdom of
implicit belief to that uncomfortable arena where
the implacable mind battles the intractable heart, the
faces of the children at Rising Star are lighted
with visions of things to come.
What shall we give the children?
It seems certain that they will travel roads
we never thought of, navigate strange seas, cross
unimagined boundaries, and glimpse horizons beyond our
power to visualize. What can we give them to take
Along? For the wild shores of Beyond, no toy or
bauble will do. It must be something more, constructed
Of stouter fabric discovered among the
Cluttered aisles and tinseled bargain counters of experience
winnowed from what little we have learned.
It must be devised out of responsibility
and profound caring-a homemade present of selfless love.
Everything changes but the landscape of the heart.
What shall we give the children?
Attention, for one day it will be too late.
A sense of value, the inalienable place of the individual
in the scheme of things, with all
that accrues to the individual-self-reliance,
courage, conviction, self-respect, and respect for others.
A sense of humor. Laughter leavens life.
The meaning of discipline. If we falter at discipline,
life will do it for us.
The will to work. Satisfying work is the lasting joy.
The talent for sharing, for it is not so much
what we give as what we share.
The love of justice. Justice is the bulwark against violence and
oppression and the repository of human dignity.
The passion for truth, founded on precept and example.
Truth is the beginning of every good thing.
The power of faith, engendered in mutual trust. Life without
faith is a dismal dead-end street.
The beacon of hope, which lights all darkness.
The knowledge of being loved beyond demand or reciprocity,
praise or blame, for those so loved are never lost.
What shall we give the children?
The open sky, the brown earth
, the palm tree, the golden
sand, the blue water, the stars in their courses,
and the awareness of these. Birdsong, butterflies, clouds, and
rainbows. Sunlight, moonlight, firelight.
A large hand reaching down for a small hand, impromptu
praise, an unexpected kiss, a straight answer.
The glisten of enthusiasm and a sense of wonder. Long days
to be merry in and nights without fear.
The memory of a good home.
-Author unknown revisions made by Katie Winder