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The Prophet- Khalil Gibran

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To the girl

Who reads by flashlight

Who sees dragons in the clouds

Who feels most alive in worlds that never were

Who knows the magic is real in books

Who loses her mind in the solar system

Who dreams the greatest dream of all

Who still holds those secrets in her soul

Who loves the smell of the leather bound books

Of long ago

This is for you

MEMORIES OF MY FATHER

My Father gifted to me my first real Book Aged 6

The Prophet- Khalil Gibran

Recently I have opened my book to you

Most have read my treasured leather bound book many times in paper, linen parchment.

This has been my basis for learning about life

The Profet by Khalil Gibran has lead my journey through life

Whatever was before me this Journal has taught me to always live within the Laws of God

To learn about respect in all matters of humanity

” Truth will set you free β€œ

Always stay Humble and KIND

Then a woman said, β€œSpeak to us of Joy and Sorrow.”

And he answered:

Your joy is your sorrow unmasked.

And the selfsame well from which your laughter rises was oftentimes filled with your tears.

And how else can it be?

The deeper that sorrow carves into your being, the more joy you can contain.

Is not the cup that hold your wine the very cup that was burned in the potter’s oven?

And is not the lute that soothes your spirit, the very wood that was hollowed with knives?

When you are joyous, look deep into your heart and you shall find it is only that which has given you sorrow that is giving you joy.

When you are sorrowful look again in your heart, and you shall see that in truth you are weeping for that which has been your delight.

Some of you say, β€œJoy is greater than sorrow,” and others say, β€œNay, sorrow is the greater.”

But I say unto you, they are inseparable.

Together they come, and when one sits alone with you at your board, remember that the other is asleep upon your bed.

Verily you are suspended like scales between your sorrow and your joy.

Only when you are empty are you at standstill and balanced.

When the treasure-keeper lifts you to weigh his gold and his silver, needs must your joy or your sorrow rise or fall.

Shalom