are hard and steep.
And when his wings enfold you yield to him,
Though the sword hidden among his pinions may wound you.
When he speaks to you believe in him,
...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.
...To wake at dawn with a winged heart and give thanks for another day
To rest at the noon hour and meditate love's ecstasy;
To return home at eventide with gratitude,
And to sleep with a prayer for the beloved in your heart
and a song of praise upon your lips.
- Kahil Gibran
never says to the earth,
"You owe Me."
Look what happens with a love like that,
It lights the Whole Sky.