When Love beckons to you,follow him,
Though his ways are hard and steep.
And when his wings enfold you yeild 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 do is he for you pruning.Even as he ascends to your mind and caresses yout tendrest branches that quiver in the sun,So shall he descend to your roots and shake them in their clinging to the earth.
--Khalil Gibran
Saturday, July 28, 2007
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