pain. Gibran. And a woman said
Tell us of Pain.
He said
The pain is the breaking of the shell that encloses your understanding.
as the stone of the fruit must break that his heart may be exposed to the sun, so must you know pain.
And if you managed to keep the heart in wonder at the marvels of daily life, less pain, do not be surprised of joy;
will welcome the seasons of your heart as you have always accepted the seasons that pass over the fields.
and ensure calm during the winters of your grief.
Much of your pain is chosen by yourself.
is the bitter potion by which the physician within you heals your sick. So put your trust in him and
drink his remedy in silence and serenity.
For his hand, though heavy and hard, is guided by the tender hand of the Unseen, and the cup that holds out, despite burn your lips, has been made of the clay which the Potter has sacred wet with tears.
GIBRAN
The pain passes through me and keeps me company on a journey is arduous and difficult, the path which the Lord has in mind for me .. deviate from the path because of the pain is easier than it looks, between good and evil ... free will ... unexpected defeats .... evil. I know I'll never say .. no pain through my ... because in the body and spirit, small or large thorns pierce ever. think that the thorns bring joys is crazy ... but if I stop to think that the thorns of Jesus brought us to salvation ... then I wonder what is insanity? Here .. the pain is like a waterfall in the soul. mingled with the river of love I have inside for you and keeps me on the path towards quell'estuario ... but Lord forgive me ... they often can not swim and the risk of drowning.
