Kahil Gibran’s ‘The Prophet’
“In the depth of your hopes and desires
lies your silent knowledge of the beyond;
And like seeds dreaming beneath the snow
your heart dreams of spring.
Trust the dreams, for in them is hidden the gate to eternity. “
“Only when you drink from the river of silence shall you indeed sing.
And when you have reached the mountain top,
then you shall begin to climb.
And when the earth shall claim your limbs,
then shall you truly dance. “
A good friend sent me those passages from Kahil Gibran’s ‘The Prophet‘ when he learned of my father’s death. He explained to me that there were many life moments, good and bad, in which reading that book gave him comfort. This passage is most fitting for the life moment that I was experiencing and, if you believe this passage to be true, then it is more comforting.
It’s funny, the different ways that we cope. My mother ‘visits’ my Dad (his grave site) everyday. I, on the other hand, haven’t been back since I took her a couple of weeks ago. For some reason, it doesn’t bring me comfort. I know his body is there but it doesn’t feel like I’m visiting him or any closer to him.
The shitty part is that nothing makes me feel that way. I will forever miss him, forever long to have him hug me, forever long to hear him called me “Couphe”. I have to cope with knowing that will never come.