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.
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.
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 (1883-1931)
from The Prophet
But this is not a love poem as such, which one might bestow as a romantic gift to one's beloved on February 14th. Rather it is a statement of what love is really like at deep levels (according to Gibran, anyway). It looks at the spiritual aspect. In fact, Gibran comes from a tradition in which the Beloved is understood to be God – which makes better sense of these lines.
Yet these words also apply to all kinds of love – that of a parent for a child, for instance – and certainly to romantic love too, when it is real love. And the message is surely that love is worth it all.
This is a well-known piece, and I don't think there is more I need say about it. But it does deserve to be pondered. It actually demands a decision of everyone who reads or hears it – will you choose love no matter the cost? Or would you rather stay comfortable?
We're poets. I'm guessing we'd choose love!
(For more details about Kahlil Gibran, see my post of two years ago when I also featured him.)
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I have always chosen love. Otherwise, what's the point?ReplyDelete
I absolutely agree!Delete
Gibran is a genius.ReplyDelete
thanks for sharing this Rosemary - just what the day is calling for.
Yes, particularly in "The Prophet" he was truly inspired.Delete
Ah, a beloved poem and poet. I especially love the lines "you shall laugh, but not all of your laughter, and weep, but not all of your tears." A beautiful pick, Rosemary.ReplyDelete
Which seems to imply that love shall demand all our tears, and all our laughter. So be it!Delete
Sigh. Reading this, I feel I have been through a cleansing. Thank you. (Though the line about "whiteness" gave me pause, it is not about race, and I feel the light shining through.) I have never feared love, but on the alone side of the turbulence of it, I wonder if I would go there again? Yes, yes I would, in half a heartbeat.ReplyDelete
(Smile.) The "whiteness" refers to the flour that results when the grain is ground very fine. Nowadays we know that brown flour is healthier for us to eat, but that's beside the point; white flour used to be considered the purest, and in any case is the finest, most thorough grind.Delete
It is a an important time to choose love....Gibran is one of my favorite poets and I reread The Prophet this past year.....this poem is one of my favorites in the book. Currently I am reading his book, The Madman....wonderful poems and parables to ponder too!ReplyDelete
I must look for that one!Delete
Every so often, I reread "The Prophet". Each time I feel as if I'm reading something new and fresh that revives my spirit. Thanks for selecting this wonderful poem. It reaffirms for me how important it is to choose love, though it is so complicated.ReplyDelete
Yes, it's like that – a book one returns to from time to time, and it's always new and nourishing.Delete
I really like this poem, Rosemary. I love the words:ReplyDelete
-----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.------
Just beautiful, beautiful! I think it is time to go back to Gibran then for me & enjoy!
Yes, they are great lines. And yes, he is so well worth re-reading.Delete
And, as for the question -- indeed I would choose love! There is time enough to be 'comfortable' in one's grave.ReplyDelete
Your choice this week really resonated with me, Rosemary. Many years ago, now, a friend tucked a beautiful poem by Kahlil Gibran in, with a wedding gift. Perhaps, for that reason, I have always felt a strong connection between Gibran and the power of love.ReplyDelete
Andrew and I read his lines on Marriage at our wedding, taking them turn and turn about.Delete