Peace, one and all…
When love beckons to you, follow him,
though his ways are hard and steep.
And when his wings enfold you, yield to him,
though the sword hidden in his pinions may wound you.
And when he speaks to you, believe in him,
Though his voice may shatter your dreams
as the north wind lays waste the garden.
For even as love crowns you so shall he crucify you.
Even as he is for your growth, so is he for your pruning.
Even as he ascends to your height and caresses
your tenderest brances that quiver in the sun,
so shall he descend to your roots and shake them
in their clinging to the earth.
(Kahlil Gibran, The Prophet)