Your pain is the breaking of the shell <br />that encloses your understanding. <br /> <br />Even as the stone of the fruit must break,that its <br />heart may stand in the sun, so must you know pain. <br /> <br />And could you keep your heart in wonder <br />at the daily miracles of your life, your pain <br />would not seem less wondrous than your joy; <br /> <br />And you would accept the seasons of your <br />heart, even as you have always accepted <br />the seasons that pass over your fields. <br /> <br />And you would watch with serenity <br />through the winters of your grief. <br /> <br />Much of your pain is self-chosen. <br /> <br />It is the bitter potion by which the <br />physician within you heals your sick self. <br /> <br />Therefore trust the physician, and drink <br />his remedy in silence and tranquillity: <br /> <br />For his hand, though heavy and hard, is guided <br />by the tender hand of the Unseen, <br />And the cup he brings, though it burn your lips, <br />has been fashioned of the clay which the Potter <br />has moistened with His own sacred tears.<br /><br />Khalil Gibran<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/your-pain-is/
