Love Poem #5 (A Prose Poem): On Love by Kahlil Gibran
When love beckons to you, follow him,
Though his ways are hard and steep.
And when his wings enfold you yield to him,
Though the sword hidden among his pinions may wound you.
When love beckons to you, follow him,
Though his ways are hard and steep.
And when his wings enfold you yield to him,
Though the sword hidden among his pinions may wound you.
All day long a little burro labors, sometimes
with heavy loads on her back and sometimes just with worries
about things that bother only
burros.
And worries, as we know, can be more exhausting
than physical labor.
Hafiz, a 14th century Persian mystic, became one of my favorite poets immediately upon hearing “Absolutely Clear.” It was my birthday. I was participating in a meditation intensive—distracted by emotions (or so I judged) of sadness preoccupying me in the wake of a painful romantic break-up.
I know the way you can get
When you have not had a drink of Love:
Your face hardens,
Your sweet muscles cramp.
Children become concerned
About a strange look that appears in your eyes
Which even begins to worry your own mirror
And nose.
This poem by Galway Kinnell is an invitation to remember.
In his book, Ten Poems to Open Your Heart, Roger Housden writes about “Saint Francis and the Sow”:
“This is one of those poems that acts on me cell by cell…