The Prophet Page #5

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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 of noontide

"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.

Have some oranges.

Some pistachios.

Now just one minute. I'm in charge here!

And I say whether...

Ooh. Is that fresh halvah?

Mmm.

Oh! Oh!

All right, five minutes.

And not a moment longer.

What generosity! Enough, enough!

Thank you, dear people.

Thank you for the gifts of your labor,

and thanks to the earth for its gifts.

"Would that you could live

From the fragrance of the earth

"And like an airplant

Be sustained by the light

"But since we must kill to eat

"Then let it be an act of worship

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