Wednesday, December 19, 2012

A drawing of Pain by Khalil Gibran
The poem on pain is about human suffering and its necessity. Gibran is talking about emotional pain. He says how without pain you can not realize a moment of joy in your life. Without suffering you can take your success for granted.. He writes in free verse, but with stanzas to separate his points on pain. He ends a stanza about seasons and how we should accept the waves of our emotions like we except the seasons of the year. We wait through the cold of winter waiting for the spring. He says we choose our pain meaning we make choices which can be harmful, and  also  allow our struggles to be painful. He says pain is necessary, and compares it to a potion that a physician gives. He compares the physician to God. The potion hurts, but trust his remedy, because he alone feels your pain and understands.
The Prophet: On Pain

Your pain is the breaking of the shell that encloses your understanding.
Even as the stone of the fruit must break, that its heart may stand in the sun, so must you know pain.
And could you keep your heart in wonder at the daily miracles of your life, your pain would not seem less wondrous than your joy;
And you would accept the seasons of your heart, even as you have always accepted the seasons that pass over your fields.
And you would watch with serenity through the winters of your grief.


Much of your pain is self-chosen.
It is the bitter potion by which the physician within you heals your sick self.
Therefore trust the physician, and drink his remedy in silence and tranquillity:
For his hand, though heavy and hard, is guided by the tender hand of the Unseen,
And the cup he brings, though it burn your lips, has been fashioned of the clay which the Potter has moistened with His own sacred tears.

 A drawing of Death by Khalil Gibran.


This poem is about the uncertainty of death. He says life and death are one comparing it to the river flowing into the sea. what happens after death is unknown. The powerful message is that he compares us to owls who can see the light of day. We see light, but haven't seen the light of God. This poem is often read at funerals and could be considered and elegy, but he talks about how scary it is to die but underneath our fear we should be happy that soon we will be with God. Dying is a way to escape the limitations of humanity and be in a  perfect place. There is no way to understand death until you experience it. ‘Only when you drink from the river of silence shall you indeed sing. And when you have reached the mountain top, then you shall begin to climb. And when the earth shall claim your limbs, then shall you truly dance.” Death is not the end, but a new beginning into something no one on earth knows. He says when we talk about our hopes and our desires it really shows how we do not know the ways of God.
The Prophet: On Death

You would know the secret of death.
But how shall you find it unless you seek it in the heart of life?
The owl whose night-bound eyes are blind unto the day cannot unveil the mystery of light.
If you would indeed behold the spirit of death, open your heart wide unto the body of life.
For life and death are one, even as the river and the sea are one.


In the depth of your hopes and desires lies your silent knowledge of the beyond;
And like seeds dreaming beneath the snow your heart dreams of spring.
Trust the dreams, for in them is hidden the gate to eternity.
Your fear of death is but the trembling of the shepherd when he stands before the king whose hand is to be laid upon him in honour.
Is the shepherd not joyful beneath his trembling, that he shall wear the mark of the king?
Yet is he not more mindful of his trembling?


For what is it to die but to stand naked in the wind and to melt into the sun?
And what is it to cease breathing, but to free the breath from its restless tides, that it may rise and expand and seek God unencumbered?


Only when you drink from the river of silence shall you indeed sing.
And when you have reached the mountain top, then you shall begin to climb.
And when the earth shall claim your limbs, then shall you truly dance.
A drawing of The Archer by Kahlil Gibran