When I was seventeen my Mom gave me a copy of Kahlil Gibran's book, The Prophet. She had to really. It seemed the only way she'd ever get her copy back. I devoured that book. Still today when I sit down with it there's something that speaks to me. It's always new, always fresh, and this is what I'd like to share with you today.
The veil that clouds your eyes shall be
lifted by the hands that wove it,
And the clay that fills your ears shall be
pierced by those fingers that kneaded it.
And you shall see.
And you shall hear.
Yet you shall not deplore having known
blindness, nor regret having been deaf.
For in that day you shall know the hidden
purposes in all things,
And you shall bless darkness as you
would bless light.
~ Kahlil Gibran
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