Sunday, February 14, 2010

Speak to us of Love



An excerpt from The Prophet by Kahlil Gibran

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 the 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 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 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 fulfill 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.
Or 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.



~ Kahlil Gibran
January 6, 1883 – April 10, 1931

6 comments:

Shark Bait said...

And think not you can direct the course of love, for love, if it finds you worthy, directs your course.

I've always loved that line.

Glynn said...

I first read The Prophet when I was 14. And I've gone back to it from time to time, but not so much in recent years. Time for a revisit, I think.

Candace Jean July 16 said...

I'm with Shark Bait - love that line. This book came out when RB & I started dating (which makes me way older than Glynn) and even back then Gibran was quoted in love. His words are timeless.

katdish said...

Just to be clear, The Prophet gained great popularity in the 60s, when many folks in the counter-culture movement began quoting Gibran extensively. The book has been in print since long before that time. Candy is talking about the 60s I'm guessing, and not the 1930's.

Billy Coffey said...

One of the truly great chapters of one of the truly great books I've ever read.

♥ Kathy said...

Now I have to read this book!