Kahil Gibran, The Prophet from a faraway land Spoke to the people seeking the Holy City of God, to understand, To the pilgrims willing to break through their pain, to envision: Prophesizing, praying — blessing, believing— truths revealed in revelation: And behold we found the gates to our hearts were flung open, To sail where all joys flew far over the celestial oceans. By the winds that soar we soared to discover that secret sacred destination, Where love journeys whenever God is in our heart seeking high creation. As immortals set free in the heart of God — sacrificing all for
resurrection. And then to dream of blending with the beloved of our heart with elation; And a song of praise upon our lips — escaping sorrow with ascension. There are those who give with this joy, and that joy is their heaven. From the dark fires far below, we stir ourselves to follow the sunrise that awakens; When we shall open our eyes to the gifts given on the wings of the New Dawn. Then on the morning of the New Sun, when a New Age has begun anon, Our work— fragrant love, full of countless petals, beautiful unfolding blossoms Shall bloom in us, upon the seas, upon the breeze, upon our universal garden. Ever Alive with The Spirit of Truth: Kahil Gibran.