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 wastes the garden.
For even as crowns you so shall he crucify you.
Even as he is 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 shifts 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 scared fire , that you may become scared bread for God"s sacred feast.
From 'The prophet' - Khalil Gibran