Written by Lynn Marie Allen
On January 6, 1883, Khalil Gibran is born in Bsharri, Lebanon, and was considered a prophet, mystic, and poet. I had never heard of this man before, but suddenly an appreciation that only history lovers and romantics could begin to understand. Khalil is the author of Broken Wings, and in this unequivocal exploration, he describes love! Now, for everyone who thinks they “understand” the power and beauty of love and words. Please read the book. Broken Wings is accessible online and worth the read and the kind of love we should all hope to have in our lives. Some of us have found this type of love and treasure it like a rare flower in your garden. And like a whisper carried through on the wings of love, Mo Aer! You set my world on fire!
“she came and sat opposite me on a divan covered with green silk. She looked like a lily bent to the carpet of green grass by the breeze of dawn. It was the will of Heaven that I should be with Selma alone, at night, in her beautiful home surrounded by trees, where silence, love, beauty, and virtue dwelt together. We were both silent, each waiting for the other to speak, but speech is not the only means of understanding between two souls. It is not the syllables that come from the lips and tongues that bring hearts together. There is something greater and purer than what the mouth utters. Silence illuminates our souls, whispers to our hearts, and brings them together. Silence separates us from ourselves, makes us sail the firmament of spirit, and brings us closer to Heaven; it makes us feel that bodies are no more than prisons and that this world is only a place of exile. Selma looked at me and her eyes revealed the secret of her heart. Then she quietly said, “Let us go to the garden and sit under the trees and watch the moon come up behind the mountains.” Obediently I rose from my seat, but I hesitated. Don’t you think we had better stay here until the moon has risen and illuminates the garden?” And I continued, “The darkness hides the trees and flowers. We can see nothing.” Then she said, “If darkness hides the trees and flowers from our eyes, it will not hide love from our hearts.” (Gibran, Broken Wings)
Forest of Words 