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   Chapter 2 ON LOVE

The Prophet By Kahlil Gibran Characters: 2547

Updated: 2018-12-29 12:01


THEN said Almitra, Speak to us of Love. And he raised

His head and looked upon the people, and there fell a

Stillness upon them. And with a great voice he said: 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 thresh-

Es 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.

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 wo

uld seek only love's peace and love's

Pleasure, Then it is better for you that you cover your naked-

Ness 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 suf-

Ficient 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 evening tide with gratitude;

And then to sleep with a prayer for the beloved in your heart

And a song of praise upon your lips.

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