Prov 17:22

A merry heart doeth good like a medicine... - Proverbs 17:22

Tuesday, August 30, 2011

Molders of Dreams

To all you teachers, gearing up for another year. If you are one of the good ones--no pressure, but remember, you are the answer to a parent's prayer. Thanks for what you do!

You may have heard this poem before:

Molder of Dreams

Teachers …
You are the molders of their dreams,
the gods who build or crush
their young beliefs of right or wrong.
You are the spark that sets aflame the
poet's hand, or lights the flame
of some great singer's song.
You are the gods of the young, the very young.
You are the guardian of a million dreams.
Your every smile or frown can heal or pierce a heart.
Yours are a hundred lives, a thousand lives,
yours the pride of loving them, and the sorrow, too.
Your patient work, your touch, make you the gods of hope
who fill their souls with dreams
to make those dreams come true.

1 comment:

  1. Thanks Terrie. I love this poem! I'm having a hard time switching from holiday mode to school mode...trying to get myself into it, by spending time in school each day.