Scoil Mhuire na Trócaire

Let’s Reflect

Unity

Unity

I dreamed I saw a studio

And watched two sculptors there.

The clay they used was a child’s mind

And they fashioned it with care.

 

One was a teacher – the tools he used

Were books, music, and art.

The other; a parent, worked with a guiding hand,

And a gentle, loving heart.

 

Day after day, the teacher toiled with a touch

That was careful, deft, and sure,

While the parent laboured by his side

And polished and smoothed it o’er.

 

And when at last, their task was done,

They were proud of what they had wrought.

For the things they had moulded into the child

Could neither be sold or bought.

 

And each agreed they would have failed

If either had worked alone.

For behind the parent stood the school

And behind the teacher, the home.

 

Unity By Ray A. Lingenfelter