WEEKEND SCHOOL

Though formal school may not be there, still children learn from you,
With parents, still each life is built, while watching all you do.
As children of the universe, through you they find a way,
Upon this jeweled planet set, a soul spun forth in clay.

Your love they need to nurture life, their thoughts are all their own,
Each orbits an eternal soul, like stars they shine alone.
Yet not alone, but one with all, reflecting through the night,
‘Til heavens gold and fiery ball, obscures them from your sight.

The longing of their hearts seek for - your understanding too,
That transcends through to spiritual things, and values that ring true.
And while you house their bodies, and give them tender care,
Tomorrow’s land their search compels, as minds become aware.

To fly as arrows leave the bow, like comets in the night,
They mark upon the infinite, a pattern in their flight.
Their plan upon the loom of life, a fabric new, yet old,
Their hope to live The Golden Rule, the way of love unfolds.