Khalil Gibran Poems

Khalil Gibran Poems

Just taking what we need to know about love in the mind of KHALIL GIBRAN.

"Jesus The Son Of Man"

JOHN AT PATMOS - JESUS THE GRACIOUS

ONCE MORE I would speak of Him. God gave me the voice and the burning lips though not the speech. And unworthy am I for the fuller word, yet I would summon my heart to my lips. Jesus loved me and I knew not why. And I loved Him because He quickened my spirit to heights beyond my stature, and to depths beyond my sounding. Love is a sacred mystery. To those who love, it remains forever wordless; But to those who do not love, it may be but a heartless jest. Jesus called me and my brother when we were laboring in the field. I was young then and only the voice of dawn had visited my ears. But His voice and the trumpet of His voice was the end of my labor and the beginning of my passion. And there were naught for me then but to walk in the sun and worship the loveliness of the hour. Could you conceive a majesty too kind to be majestic? And a beauty too radiant to seem beautiful? Could you hear in your dreams a voice shy of its own rapture? He called me and I followed Him. That evening I returned to my father's house to get my other cloak. And I said to my mother, "Jesus of Nazareth would have me in His company." And she said, "Go His way my son, even like your brother." And I accompanied Him. His fragrance called me and commanded me, but only to release me. Love is a gracious host to his guests though to the unbidden his house is a mirage and a mockery. ( ...continued )

and his famous poem : "The Prophet"

Love

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 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. (...continued)

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