As a girl, I was given “The Prophet” by Kahlil Gibran and it touched my young soul very deeply.
So much in my early life made little sense…….. and yet……. I was deeply blessed to have wonderful 'teachers' enter at just the right time.
This book – was one of those 'teachers'.
“And ever has it been that love knows not its own depth until the hour of separation.”
When love beckons to you, follow,
Though loves ways are hard and steep.
And when loves wings enfold you, yield,
Though the sword hidden among loves pinions may wound you.
And when love speaks to you, believe,
Though love's voice may shatter your dreams as the north wind lays waste the garden.
For even as love crowns you so shall love crucify you. Even as love is for your growth, so is love for your pruning.
Even as love ascends to your height and caresses your tenderest branches that quiver in the sun,
So shall love descend to your roots and shake them in their clinging to the earth.
Like sheaves of corn love gathers you unto itself.
Love threshes you to make you naked.
Love sifts you to free you from your husks.
Love grinds you to whiteness.
Love kneads you until you are pliant;
And then love assigns you to love's sacred fire, that you may become sacred bread for God's sacred feast.
All these things shall love do unto you that you may know the secrets of your heart, and in that knowledge become a fragment of Life's heart.
But if in your fear you would seek only love's peace and love's pleasure,
Then it is better for you that you cover your nakedness and pass out of love's threshing-floor,
Into the seasonless world where you shall laugh, but not all of your laughter, and weep, but not all of your tears.
Love gives naught but itself and takes naught but from itself.
Love possesses not nor would it be possessed;
For love is sufficient unto love.
When you love you should not say, “God is in my heart,” but rather, I am in the heart of God.”
And think not you can direct the course of love, for love, if it finds you worthy, directs your course.
Love has no other desire but to fulfil itself.
But if you love and must needs have desires, let these be your desires:
To melt and be like a running brook that sings its melody to the night.
To know the pain of too much tenderness.
To be wounded by your own understanding of love;
And to bleed willingly and joyfully.
To wake at dawn with a winged heart and give thanks for another day of loving;
To rest at the noon hour and meditate love's ecstasy;
To return home at eventide with gratitude;
And then to sleep with a prayer for the beloved in your heart and a song of praise upon your lips.