Gibran wrote a poem about pain,
make sense to me, no insight I gained.
I think he
says that through pain and sorrow
embrace the comfort of tomorrow.
something like comparing a torrential rain,
sunshine that follows, that's Kahlil's claim.
And if all
of our days are perfect as can be
How can we
compare them to days pain free.
accepting the bitter with the sweet.
understand joy more, when you've experienced the grief.
How can you
tell the good days from bad?
can't recall yesterdays' pain that you had.
It's a lot
like having "fair weather" friends.
Would you not
still love them, when good days end?
understand that very last verse.
sometimes choose to make the pain worse.
Great Physician knows the way
our pain, until before Him we stay.
may be difficult, "Bitter" says Gibran.
by the Unseen's tender hand.
And the cup
He brings, moist with His tears
deep pains and endless fears.
Did I get
it right, Mr. Kahlil Gibran?
I will understand
my pain much more from now on.
And a woman
spoke, saying, "Tell us of Pain."
pain is the breaking of the shell that encloses your understanding.
Even as the stone of the fruit must break, that its heart may stand in the
must you know pain.
And could you keep your heart in wonder at the daily miracles of your life,
pain would not seem less wondrous than your joy;
And you would accept the seasons of your heart,
as you have always accepted the seasons that pass over your fields.
And you would watch with serenity
through the winters of your grief.
of your pain is self-chosen.
It is the bitter potion by which the physician
within you heals your sick
Therefore trust the physician,
and drink his remedy
in silence and tranquility:
For his hand, though heavy and hard,
is guided by the tender hand of the
And the cup he brings, though it burn your lips,
has been fashioned of the
has moistened with His own sacred tears.