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A Lover’s Call XXVII – Khalil Gibran

Khalil Gibran

Where are you, my beloved? Are you in that little  Paradise, watering the flowers who look upon you  As infants look upon the breast of their mothers?  Or are you in your chamber where the shrine of  Virtue has been placed in your honour, and upon  Which you offer my heart and soul as sacrifice?  Or amongst the books, seeking human knowledge,  While you are replete with heavenly wisdom?  Oh, companion of my soul, where are you? Are you  Praying in the temple? Or calling Nature in the  Field, haven of your dreams?  Are you in the huts of the poor, consoling the  Broken-hearted with the sweetness of your soul, and  Filling their hands with your bounty?  You are God’s spirit everywhere;  You are more durable than the ages.  Do you have a memory of the day we met, when the halo of  You sense surrounded us, and the Angels of Love  Floated about, singing the praise of the soul’s deed?  Do you recollect our sitting in the shade of the  Branches, sheltering ourselves from Humanity, as the ribs  Protect the divine secret of the heart from injury?  Remember you the trails and forest we walked, with hands  Joined, and our heads leaning against each other as if  We were hiding within ourselves?  Recall you the hour I bade you farewell,  And the Maritime kiss you placed on my lips?  That kiss taught me that joining of lips in Love  Reveals heavenly secrets which the tongue cannot utter!  That kiss was an introduction to a great sigh,  Like the Almighty’s breath that turned earth into man.  That sigh led my way into the spiritual world,  Announcing the glory of my soul, and there  It shall perpetuate until again we meet.  I remember when you kissed me and kissed me,  With tears coursing your cheeks, and you said,  “Earthly bodies must often separate for earthly purpose,  And must live apart impelled by strategic intent.  “But the spirit remains joined safely in the hands of  Love until death arrives and takes joined souls to God.  “Go, my dear; Love has chosen you her delegate;  Over her, for she is Beauty who offers to her follower  The cup of the sweetness of life.  As for my empty arms, your love shall remain my  Comforting groom; you memory, my Eternal wedding.”  Where are you now, my other self? Are you awake in  The silence of the night? Let the clean breeze convey  To you; my heart’s every beat and affection.  Are you fondling my face in your memory? That image  Is no longer my own, for Sorrow has dropped his  Shadow on my happy countenance of the past.  Sobs have withered my eyes which reflected your beauty  And dried my lips which you sweetened with kisses.  Where are you, my beloved? Do you hear my weeping  From beyond the ocean? Do you understand my need?  Do you know the greatness of my patience?  Is there any spirit in the air capable of conveying  To you, the breath of this dying youth? Is there any  Secret communication between angels that will carry to  You my complaint?  Where are you, my beautiful star? The obscurity of life  Has cast me upon its bosom; sorrow has conquered me.  Sail your smile into the air; it will reach and enliven me!  Breathe your fragrance into the air; it will sustain me!  Where are you, me, beloved?  Oh, how great is Love!  And how little am I! ~ A Lover’s Call XXVII – Khalil Gibran


Life is like a bunch of roses. Some sparkle like raindrops. Some fade when there's no sun. Some just fade away in time. Some dance in many colors. Some drop with hanging wings. Some make you fall in love. The beauty is in the eye of the beholder. Life you can be sure of, you will not get out ALIVE.(sorry about that)

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