Kahlil Gibran on Love

November 27, 2005

When love beckons to you, follow him,
Though his ways are hard and steep.
And when his wings enfold you yield to him,
Though the sword hidden among his pinions may wound you.
And when he speaks to you believe in him,
Though his voice may shatter your dreams as the north wind lays waste the garden.

For even as love crowns you so shall he crucify you. Even as he is for your growth so is he for your pruning.
Even as he ascends to your height and caresses your tenderest branches that quiver in the sun,
So shall he descend to your roots and shake them in their clinging to the earth.

Like sheaves of corn he gathers you unto himself.
He threshes you to make you naked.
He sifts you to free you from your husks.
He grinds you to whiteness.
He kneads you until you are pliant;
And then he assigns you to his sacred fire, that you may become sacred bread for God’s sacred feast.

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  1. that’s amazing :-)

    Comment by raindrop — November 27, 2005 @ 9:39 PM

  2. every time I read the prophet it manages to deliver new magic, Gibran had an amazing way with words.
    thanks for sharing

    Comment by Oleander — November 27, 2005 @ 10:46 PM

  3. I join in thanking you! My parents considered “The Prophet” their scriptures, but I hadn’t reread since moving to the Middle East.

    Comment by kinzi — November 28, 2005 @ 9:47 AM

  4. You’re most welcome everyone, glad you share me the love of Gibran’s The Prophet.

    Comment by SugarCubes — November 28, 2005 @ 9:54 AM

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