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.
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.
-
“The Prophet” Kahlil
Gibran
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