Kahlil Gibran's The Prophet Page #5

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gotten through that

terrible drought year

without your

words to reassure me.

Or us, when

our child was ill.

Or me, putting up

with my mother-in-law.

Truly, your work

means more than ours.

Oh, shut up!

Oh, dear,

let me help you.

My friend,

all work is noble.

"You work that

you may keep pace

"With the earth and

the soul of the earth

"For to be idle is to become

A stranger unto the seasons

"And to step out

of life 's procession

"That marches in majesty And proud

submission towards the infinite

"When you work

you are a flute

"Through whose heart The whispering

of the hours turns to music

"And when you work with love

You bind yourself to yourself

"And to one another,

and to God

"And what is it

to work with love?

"It is to weave the cloth With

threads drawn from your heart

"Even as if your beloved

Were to wear that cloth

"It is to build

a house with affection

"Even as if your beloved

Were to dwell in that house

"It is to sow seeds with tenderness

And reap the harvest with joy

"Even as if your

beloved were to eat the fruit

"It is to charge

all things you fashion

"With a breath

of your own spirit

"And to know that

all the blessed dead

"Are standing

about you and watching

"Often I have heard you say

As if speaking in sleep

"'One who works in marble,

and finds

"The shape of their

own soul in the stone

"'Is nobler than

one who plows the soil

"'And one who

seizes the rainbow

"'To lay it on a cloth

in the likeness of man

"'Is more than one who makes

The sandals for our feet'

"But I say, not in sleep But in

the over-wakefulness ofnoonHde

"That the wind speaks Not more

sweetly to the giant oaks

"Than it does to

the smallest blades of grass

"And they are great Who turn the

voice of the wind into a song

"Made sweeter by

their own loving

"Work is love made visible "

Well, that was lovely, wasn't it?

Very edifying

But we need to

be moving along.

What's the hurry?

He's just been released.

Yes, we haven't

seen him for years.

Where are you taking him?

I thought he was free.

I am free, my friends.

Today, I'm being

sent home to my country.

I must admit, it will be

good to see my home again.

Please, sir.

Before you go, I insist

we serve you a proper meal.

Yes, everyone knows

the food on those

ships is terrible.

Come. Sit.

Out of the way, out of the way, people.

Come on.

Bashira! The best

for Mustafa.

Oh!

And you'll need

provisions for your trip.

HHVS SOITIS OFHDQSS.

Some pistachios.

Nowjust one minute.

I'm in charge here!

And I say whether...

Ooh. Is that fresh halvah?

IVlmm.

Oh! Oh!

All right, five minutes.

And not a moment longer.

What generosity!

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