Deborah Chaplin Civil Celebrant
Marriage & Funeral Celebrant
A child is a blank canvas
A child is like a blank canvas
On which you may create
A painting so beautiful
But let me tell you – and make no mistake
Whatever the colours are, that you decide to choose
Will make this child a winner or one that may just loose
So as you take that paint brush, to leave your lasting mark
Remember that your actions, determine this child’s spark
Every stroke upon that canvas can never be undone
It will leave a lasting impression, as all those marks create one
So make sure, like the canvas, she is painted with colours bright and true
That everyone around here, loves her and guides her, as if they were you
It is all our responsibility to love and protect this child
To help her grow as best she can - no dark colours no grim image here..
We want to paint a picture that jumps right out of that page
We want to create a person who is shielded from our mistakes
And if we strive for perfection
We’ve done our very best
To create a beautiful masterpiece
Who will surely stand out, from all the rest
So today is your day and we say to you with love
Today and in the future we surround you with our love
Your Children are not Your Children
Your children are not your children.
of Life's longing for itself.
You may give them your love but not your thoughts,
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 our 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.