your pain is the breaking of the shell
that encloses your understanding
even as the stone of the fruit must break,
that it's heart may stand in the sun, so must you know pain
and could you keep your heart in wonder
at the daily miracles of your life,
your pain would not seem less wonderous than your joy;
and you would accept the seasons of your heart,
even as you have always accepted the seasons
that pass over your fields.
and you would watch with serenity
through the winters of your grief
much of your pain is self-chosen
it is the bitter potion by which the physician
within you heals your sick self
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 unseen,
and the cup he brings,
though it burn your lips,
has been fashioned of the clay
which the Potter has
moistened
with His own
sacred tears."
-kahil gibran in "the prophet"
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