Tuesday, May 13, 2008

Interlibrary Loan of the day

The Wanderer: His Parables and His Sayings is another book of poems and parables by Kahlil Gibran. In the spirit of consistency, here is another Gibran selection:

The River

In the valley of Kadisha where the mighty river flows, two little streams met and spoke to one another.

One stream said, "How came you, my friend, and how was your path?"

And the other answered, "My path was most encumbered. The wheel of the mill was broken, and the master farmer who used to conduct me from my channel to his plants, is dead. I struggled down oozing with the filth of laziness in the sun. But how was your path, my brother?"

And the other stream answered and said, "Mine was a different path. I came down the hills among fragrant flowers and shy willows; men and women drank of me with silvery cups, and little children paddled their rosy feet at my edges, and there was laughter all about me, and there were sweet songs. What a pity that your path was not so happy."

At that moment the river spoke with a loud voice and said, "Come in, come in, we are going to the sea. Come in, come in, speak no more. Be with me now. We are going to the sea. Come in, come in, for in me you shall forget you wanderings, sad or gay. Come in, come in. And you and I will forget all our ways when we reach the heart of our mother the sea."

2 comments:

cardboard queen said...

When I was in high school 'farming' was a pastime enjoyed by a group of young men who possibly had too much time on their hands. The activity involved driving a vehicle (under the cover of darkness) onto the lawn of a random (and unsuspecting) victim and then driving around in circles. The end result is as you might guess...a ruined lawn. One
night while the boys were farming the axle snapped on their vehicle, rendering them incapable of fleeing the scene. The best bit about this story is that the vehicle belonged to a local policeman; who was seemingly unaware of how his son spent his Friday nights. That son went on to become a brain surgeon. I'm not sure what the moral of this story is and before you ask, no, I was not an accomplice.

Captain ILL said...

It's good to hear that justice is sometimes served without the intervention of superheroes.