The Prophet (My Favorite Quote)

The Coming of the Ship:

And ever has it been that love knows not its own depth until the hour of separation.

Speak to us of Love:

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 he is for your pruning.

Even as he has sins to your height and caresses your tenderest branches that quiver in the sun, so shall he to send to your roots and shake them in their clinging to the earth.

Like sheaves of corn he gathers you on to himself. He thrashes you to make you naked. He sifts you to free you from your husks. He grinds you to whiteness. He needs you until you are pliant; And then he assigned 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 secret of your heart, and in that knowledge become a fragment of Life’s heart.