Between Night and Morn

Another favourite from Khalil Gibran's "Between Night and Morn".

Be silent, my heart, until Dawn comes;

Be silent, for the ranging tempest is ridiculing
Your inner whispering, and the caves of
The valleys do not echo the vibration of
Your strings.

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Be silent, my heart, until Morn comes;
For he who awaits patiently the coming
Of Dawn will be embraced longingly by
Morningtide.
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Dawn is breaking. Speak if you are able,
My heart. Here is the procession of
Morningtide.... Why do you not speak?
Has not the silence of the night left
A son in your inner depths with which
You may meet Dawn?

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Here are the swarms of doves and the
Nightingales moving in the far portion
Of the valley. Are you capable of flying
With the birds, Or has the horrible night
Weakened your wings?

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The shepherds are leading the sheep

From their folds; Has the phantom of the night

Left strength in you so you may walk behind them

To the green prairies?

~

The young men and women are walking

Gracefully toward the vineyards.

Will you be able to stand and walk with them?

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Rise, my heart, and walk with

Dawn, for the night has vanished with

Its black dreams and ghastly thoughts and

Insane travels.

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Rise, my heart, and raise your voice with

Music, for he who shares not Dawn with

His songs is one of the sons of ever-

Darkness.

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This reminds me that life isn't about getting stuck in anything; it's about gathering all the strength it takes to move on, no matter how hard the journey is. Thanks Mr.K.G.