Love- Based on Kahlil Gibran’s Poem
It is not easy to love. Loving someone means that you are making yourself vulnerable. Even if that person hurts us, we have no reason to complain. When we love, we always have to expect the pain that comes with it. But love may not hurt sometimes. There are times when love just simply heals.
In our lives, we will always love someone who will hurt us one way or another. On the other hand, we will also meet that one person who will heal all the pain. Loving is not just a phase. It is a cycle. When we love, we are healed and hurt to the same extent. Love hurts us because we need to be polished, to be humbled until we are selfless enough to want nothing but the good of those we love. Love also heals for us to have more courage, more determination to keep loving.
The only question is: Are we brave enough to love even if we know what we’re risking? Are we worthy enough to find a love that hurts and heals for us to become better persons? Not everybody is blessed enough to find a love that endures and perseveres even with all the pain. If we are lucky to find this love, we should never let it go. Never mind that we also get hurt along the way. What matters is that we know how to love, and as a bonus, we are loved in return.
I am going to include a poem written by one of my heroes, Kahlil Gibran. This is a poem about love. I was really touched by this poem. I hope that whoever gets to read this poem will also understand the meaning of the entire poem. Happy reading everyone!!!
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 waste the garden.
For even as love crowns you so shall he crucify you. Even as he is for 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 sifts 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 sacred fire, that you may become sacred bread for God’s sacred feast.
All these things shall love do unto you that you may know the secrets of your heart, and in that knowledge become a fragment of Life’s heart.
But if in your fear you would seek only love’s peace and love’s pleasure,
Then it is better for you that you cover your nakedness and pass out of love’s threshing-floor,
Into the seasonless world where you shall laugh, but not all of your laughter, and weep, but not all of your tears.
Love gives naught but itself and takes naught but from itself.
Love possesses not nor would it be possessed;
For love is sufficient unto love.
When you love you should not say, “God is in my heart,” but rather, “I am in the heart of God.”
And think not you can direct the course of love, for love, if it finds you worthy, directs your course.
Love has no other desire but to fulfill itself.
But if you love and must needs have desires, let these be your desires:
To melt and be like a running brook that sings its melody to the night.
To know the pain of too much tenderness.
To be wounded by your own understanding of love;
And to bleed willingly and joyfully.
To wake at dawn with a winged heart and give thanks for another day of loving;
To rest at the noon hour and meditate love’s ecstasy;
To return home at eventide with gratitude;
And then to sleep with a prayer for the beloved in your heart and a song of praise upon your lips.