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 honor, and u...

In the ancient days, when the first quiver of speech came to my lips,
I ascended the holy mountain and spoke unto God, saying, "Master,
I am thy slave
Thy hidden will is my law and I shall obey thee for ever more

And an orator said, "Speak to us of Freedom
" And he answered:
At the city gate and by your fireside I have seen you prostrate yourself and worship your own freedom,
Even as slaves humble themselves before a tyrant and pra...

And the weaver said, "Speak to us of Clothes
" And he answered:
Your clothes conceal much of your beauty, yet they hide not the unbeautiful
And though you seek in garments the freedom of privacy you may find in them a harn...

And a youth said, "Speak to us of Friendship
" Your friend is your needs answered
He is your field which you sow with love and reap with thanksgiving
And he is your board and your fireside

And a woman who held a babe against her bosom said, "Speak to us of Children
" And he said:
Your children are not your children
They are the sons and daughters of Life's longing for itself

Then said Almitra, "Speak to us of Love
" And he raised his head and looked upon the people, and there fell a stillness upon them
And with a great voice he said:
When love beckons to you follow him,