For even as love crowns you so shall he crucify you.
Even as he is for your growth so is he for your pruning.
Even as he ascends to your hight
and caress your tenderest branches that quiver in the sun,
Even as he is for your growth so is he for your pruning.
Even as he ascends to your hight
and caress your tenderest branches that quiver in the sun,
So shall he descend to your roots and shake them in their clinging to the earth.
Like sheaves of corn he gathers unto himself.
He threshes you to make you naked.
He sifts you to make you free from your husks.
He grinds you to whiteness.
He kneads you until you are pliant;
He kneads you until you are pliant;
And then he assigns you to his sacred fire,
that you may become sacred bread for God's sacred feast.
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But if in your fear you seek only love's peace and love's pleasure,
Then it is better for you that you cover your nakedness
and pass out of love's threshing-floor,
Into the seasonless world where you shall laugh,
but not all your laughter, and weep,
but not all your tears
Kahill Gibran from The Prophet