"Pain"

 Your Pain 
is the breaking of the shell
that encloses your understanding.
Even as the stone of the fruit must break, that its
Heart may stand in the Sun,
so must you know Pain.
And could you keep your Heart in the wonder at the daily
Miracles of your Life,
Your Pain would not seem less wondrous than your Joy.
And would you accept the Seasons of your Heart,
even as you have always accepted the Seasons
 that pass over your Fields.
And would you watch with Serenity
through the Winter of your Grief.
Much of your Pain is self-chosen.
It is the bitter potion by which the Physician
within  you heals the sick self.
Therefore, trust the Physician,
and drink its remedy in Silence and Tranquility;
For his hand though heavy and hard,
is Guided by the Tender hands
of the Unseen. 
And the cup he brings,
though it burns your lips,
has been fashioned of the
clay which the Potter 
has moistened
with His own
Sacred 
Tears.
  
~Khalil Gibran
Lebanon
(1883  -1931)

                                                                                                                                ~Beannaichte' (1-5-12)

~In Loving Memory of Bulent Tunakan, M.D.

~We Remember... We Remember.