thoughts on the prophet

kahlil gibran

he speaks of embarking on a grand journey to return to the place of his birth, to return there, as a boundless drop of water returns to the boundless ocean... he wonders, at the sight of many gathering together per his departure, "shall the day of parting be the day of gathering? shall my desires flow like a fountain that I may fill their cups? am i a harp that the hand of the mighty may touch me, or a flute that his breath may pass through me?"

i know very little about this man, his writing or his background, yet in these first lines of his poetry, his heart speaks to mine through gods deep currents, the affection of his words on me is inescapable

we are all gods instruments, and as we allow his spirit to move through us and exude love, goodness, peace, hope, patience, all the fruits, we do find that our desires are met and our outpourings fill the cups of others...

psalm 23
1 The LORD is my shepherd, I shall not be in want.

2 He makes me lie down in green pastures,
he leads me beside quiet waters,

3 he restores my soul.
He guides me in paths of righteousness
for his name's sake.

4 Even though I walk
through the valley of the shadow of death, [a]
I will fear no evil,
for you are with me;
your rod and your staff,
they comfort me.

5 You prepare a table before me
in the presence of my enemies.
You anoint my head with oil;
my cup overflows.

6 Surely goodness and love will follow me
all the days of my life,
and I will dwell in the house of the LORD
forever.