Book: The Prophet by Kahlil Gibran.
This isn't a novel or even non-fiction but poetry. It was first introduced to me by RCH in either our 9th or 10th grade year. I can't remember exactly. Its probably around the same time that we started attending the Bountiful Poetry Group together which was such a blast.
I love these poems because even though they were published in 1923 the truths that Gibran extols still are applicable today.
And a woman spoke, saying, Tell us of Pain.
And he said:
Your pain is the breaking of the shell that encloses your understanding.
Even as the stone of the fruit must break, that its heart may stand in the sun, so must you know pain.
And could you keep your heart in wonder at the daily miracles of your life, your pain would not seem less wondrous than your joy;
And you would accept the seasons of your heart, even as you have always accepted the seasons that pass over your fields.
And you would watch with serenity through the winters of your grief.
Much your your pain is self-chosen.
It is the bitter potion by which the physician within heals your sick self.
Therefore trust the physician, and drink his remedy in silence and tranquility:
For his hand, though heavy and hard, is guided by the tender hand of the Unseen,
And the cup he brings, though it burn your lips, has been fashioned of the clay which the Potter has moistened with His own sacred tears.
Love this book!
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