The Prophet
... But if you love and just need to have desires
let these be your desires: To melt and be like a
running brook that sings its melody to the night.
To know the pain of too much tenderness.
To be wounded by your own understanding of love;
And to bleed willingly and joyfully.
To wake at dawn with a winged heart
and give thanks for another day of loving;
To rest at the noon hour and meditate love's ecstasy;
To return home to eventide with gratitude;
And then to sleep with a prayer for the beloved in
your heart and a song of praise upon your lips.
let these be your desires: To melt and be like a
running brook that sings its melody to the night.
To know the pain of too much tenderness.
To be wounded by your own understanding of love;
And to bleed willingly and joyfully.
To wake at dawn with a winged heart
and give thanks for another day of loving;
To rest at the noon hour and meditate love's ecstasy;
To return home to eventide with gratitude;
And then to sleep with a prayer for the beloved in
your heart and a song of praise upon your lips.
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