“And tell me, people of Orphalese, what have you
in these houses? And what is it
you guard with fastened doors? ………….
But you, children of space, you restless in
rest, you shall not be trapped nor tamed.
Your house shall be not an anchor but a
It shall not be a glistening film that covers
a wound, but an eyelid that guards the
You shall not fold your wings that you
may pass through doors, nor bend your
heads that they strike not against a ceiling,
nor fear to breathe lest walls should crack
and fall down.
And though of magnificence and splendour,
your house shall not hold your secret
nor shelter your longing.
For that which is boundless in you abides
in the mansion of the sky, whose door is
the morning mist, and whose windows are
the songs and the silences of night.”
………….from THE PROPHET, written and
illustrated by Kahlil Gibran, 1883-1931
For generations now, the songs and poetry of
Gibran have been a clarion call as we were
growing up. Every now and then, I can pick
up the book to renew its timeless guidance.
always with love,