Posted by: W. E. Poplaski | April 16, 2009

Poem of the Day: On Pain

by Khalil Gibran (1883 – 1931).



On Pain


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                   5

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.                                                                    10


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.                                                                15


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           20

been fashioned of the clay which the Potter has

moistened with His own sacred tears.



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