On 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 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


The sun in shining high in the cold blue winter sky. I woke up in one world today, and i will fall asleep tonight in entirely another. The clothing and shoes I chose this morning are still upon my body, but they mock and bely the world that seismically shifted. The forms are the same- I wander around my quiet house, looking again at memories held in every object… and the tears overflow the edges of my eyes and drop gently onto the floor.

Hello heartache, my old friend. I’ve come to talk with you again.

You catch me mid-story. The tale is not yet entirely mine to tell, and I know not yet how it will end, but for today, my heart is as swollen and red as my eyes. Even so, with the uncertainly and fears that hammer softly at my bruises, I would not change a thing.   Hope springs eternal in the human heart, and in spite of myself, I look forward to the time I might– just might–  lay my weary, battle-scarred self down in the fields of soft clover and poppies, and exhale. I have faith. I believe.

12 thoughts on “On Love

  1. Oh no, it sounds like something horrible has happened! My heart aches for you. Not knowing what it is, I only hope you know that your blog readers – at least me – are praying for you and hope all will turn out as it should and you will be able to realize the blessings disguised as heartache.

  2. Our prayers are with you. I hope you know that. If you need to talk, you have our contact info. If not, may there be a road.

    “To know the pain of too much tenderness.
    To be wounded by your own understanding of love;
    And to bleed willingly and joyfully.”

    Beautiful, true and oh-so difficult to accept.

  3. Oh my heart is hammering thinking of all the many possibilities and tragedies. I know the story is not yours to share but I am praying for you and those you love, whatever the story may be.

  4. I don’t know what has happened or is happening now…but remember there are many people who pray for you and your family…everyday is one breathe at a time and one step at a time….each hour that you do is a victory.

  5. I second what everyone above me has said. This doesn’t sound good. No, not at all. Good luck with what’s in front of you. My thoughts are with you.

  6. There! I spread my shoulders out for thee to cry upon.

    There! I extend my soft tissues up for thee to wipe thy tears

    There! I give my funny words for thee to laugh about

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