LOVE

When love beckons to you, follow him,

Though his ways are hard and steep.

And when is 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 wast 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 heights 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... Khalil Gibran