Urgent Prayer Request for a Scout in Open Discussion - Program Posted April 4, 2007 From Tragedy, Death and Sorrow does Life and Joy spring forth because of a Good Turn and Being Helpful to others at all times, even now. May he be remembered for these acts and may he be buried in his uniform and with full Honors. You are all in my thoughts and prayers. Here are some words from one of the greatest philosophers of last the century: 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 you 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 strive to be like them, but seek not to make them like you. For life goes not backward or tarries with yesterday. You are the bow from which your children as live arrows are sent forth. The archer seek the mark upon the path of infinite, and He bends you with His mighty that His arrows may go swift and far. Let your bending in the archer's hand be for gladness; For even as He love the arrow that flies, so He loves also the bow that is stable. You would know the secret of Death. But how shall you find it unless you seek it in the heart of life? The owl whose night-bond eyes are blind unto the day cannot unveil the mystery of light. If you would indeed behold the spirit of death, open your heart wide to the body of life. For life and death are one, even as the river and sea are one. In the depths of your hopes and desires lies your silent knowledge of the beyond; And like seed dreaming beneath the snow your heart dreams of spring. Trust the dreams, for in them is hidden the gate to eternity. Your fear of death is but the trembling of the shepherd when he stands before the king whose hand is to be laid upon him in honor. Is the shepherd not joyful beneath his trembling, that he shall wear the mark of the king? Yet is he not more mindful of his trembling? For what is it to die but to stand naked in the wind and to melt into the sun? And what is to cease breathing, but to free the breath from its restless tides, that it may rise and expand and seek God encumbered? Only when you drink from the river of silence shall you indeed sing. And when you have reached the mountain top, then you shall begin to climb. And when the earth shall claim your limbs,then shall you dance. You joy is your sorrow. And the selfsame well from which your laughter rises was oftentimes filled with your tears. How else can it be? The deeper the sorrow carves into your being , the more joy you can contain, Is no the cup that holds your wined the very cup that was burned at the potters oven? And is not the lute that soothes your spirit, the wood that was hollowed with knives? When you are joyous, look deep into your heart and you shall find it is only that which has given you sorrow that is giving you joy. When you are sorrowful look again into you heart, and you shall see that in truth you are weeping for that which has been your delight. Some of you say, "Joy is greater then sorrow," and others, "Nay, sorrow is the greater." But I say unto you, they are inseparable. Together they come, and when one sits alone with you at your board, remember that the other is asleep upon your bed. Verily you are suspended like scales between your sorrow and your joy. Only when you are empty are you at standstill and balanced. When the treasure-keeper lifts you to weigh his gold and his silver, needs must your joy and sorrow rise and fall.