Seawolf's Haven



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
the infinite

When you work
you are a flute
whose heart
the whispering
of the hours
turns to music

Which of you 
would be a reed
dumb and silent,
when all else
sings together 
in unison

you have been told
that work
is a curse
and labour
a misfortune

But I say to you
that when you work
you fulfill
a part of earth`s
furthest dream,
assigned to you
when that dream
was born.

And in keeping
with labour
is to be
with life`s
innermost secret

But if you
in your pain
call birth
an affliction
and the support
of the flesh
a curse written
upon your brow,
then I answer
that naught
but the sweat 
of your brow
shall wash away
that which
is written

You have been told
also that life
is darkness,
and in your weariness
you echo
what was said
by  the weary.

And I say
that life
is indeed
save when
there is urge.

And all urge
is blind
save when
there is

And all knowledge
is vain
save when
there is

And all work
is empty
save when
there is
And when you work
with love
your 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
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.

have I heard
you say,
as if speaking
in sleep,
~He who works
in marble,
and finds
the shape
of his own soul
in the stone, 
is nobler
than he
who ploughs
the soil.~

~And he
who seizes
the rainbow
to lay it
on a cloth
in the likeness
of man,
is more than
he who makes
the sandals 
for our feet.~

But I say,
not in sleep, 
but in
the overwakefulness
of noontide,
that the wind
speaks not
more sweetly
to the giant oaks
than to
the least of all
the blades of grass.

And he alone
is great
who turns
the voice
of the wind 
into a song
made sweeter
by his own

Work is love
made visible.

And if you
cannot work
with love
but only
with distaste,
it is better that
you should leave
your work
and sit
at the gate
of the temple
and take alms
of those who work
with joy.

For if you bake
with indifference,
you bake
a bitter bread
that feeds
but half man`s

And if you grudge
the crushing
of the grapes,
your grudge
distils a poison
in the wine.

And if you sing
though as angels,
and love not
the singing,
you muffle
man`s ears
to the  voices
of the day
and the voices
of the night.


Kahlil Gibran - The Prophet

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