Religious Dimension

 

Together Everyone Achieves More.

 

I dreamed I stood in a studio and watched two sculptors there.

The clay they used was a young child's mind and they fashioned it with care.

 

One was a teacher, the tools she used were books and music and art:

One was a parent with a guiding hand and a gentle, loving heart.

 

Day after day, the teacher toiled with touch that was deft and sure while the parent  labored by her side and polished and smoothed it over.

 

And when at last their tasks were done they were proud of what they had wrought

For the things they had moulded into a child

Could neither be sold or bought.

 

And each agreed they would have failed if they had worked alone

For behind the parent stood the school

And behind the teacher the home.