Gibran Kahlid Gibran ...
When love beckons to you,
follow him,
though his ways are rough and steep.
And when his wings unfold you yield to him,
though the word hidden
among his pinions
May would you.
And when he speaks to you
believe in him,
Though his voice may shatter your dreams,
As the north wind lays waste the garden,
For even as love crowns you,
so shall he crucify you,
Even as his is your growth,
so he is your pruning,
Even as he ascends to your heights and carresses
Your tenderest branches that quiver in the sun,
so shall he descend to your roots and
shake them in their clinging earth...