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Have Mercy, my Soul
How long will you lament, my Soul, when you know how frail I am? How long will you clamor, when I possess only human words with which to depict your dreams?
Look, my Soul, for I have spent my life listening to your teachings. Think, my torturer, for I have worn out my body following your footsteps.
My heart was my monarch, but now it has become your slave. My patience was my confidante, but under your influence it has become my critic. Youth was my boon companion, but now it reproaches me. And all this has befallen me from the gods. How will you demand more, and what do you crave?
I have repudiated my essence and abandoned the delights of my life. I forsook my glory, and only you remain to me, so judge with justice, for justice is your glory. Or summon death and release your ward from prison.
Have mercy, my Soul. For you have burdened me with a love that I cannot bear: you and Love are a unified force, whereas I and matter are fragmented in our weakness, and can your bonds long persist when stretched between force and weakness?
Have mercy, my Soul. For you showed me happiness from a great distance. You and happiness are on a lofty mountain, while wretchedness and I subsist in the depths of a ravine. Can loftiness and abasement ever meet?
Have mercy, my Soul. For you revealed Love to me and then concealed it. You and your beauty in light, and ignorance and I in the darkness. Can light and darkness ever mix?
You, my Soul, rejoice in the afterlife before it even arrives, while this body suffers from life even while it lives.
You approach eternity in haste, and this body takes slow steps toward annihilation. You do not tarry and it does not hasten; and this, my Soul, is the utmost misery.
You rise toward the heights, attracted by the heavens, whereas this body plummets downward because of the earth's gravity. You do not console it, and it does not congratulate you; and that is rancor.
You, my Soul, are rich with your wisdom, but this body is poor by reason of its instincts. You show it no forbearance, and it does not follow; and that is the utmost wretchedness.
You go in the silence of the night toward the beloved and enjoy his embraces, and this body remains ever a martyr to yearning and separation.
Bless the Lord, O my soul,
and all that is within me,
bless his holy name!
Bless the Lord, O my soul,
and forget not all his benefits,
who forgives all your iniquity,
who heals all your diseases,
who redeems your life from the pit,
who crowns you with steadfast love and mercy,
who satisfies you with good
so that your youth is renewed like the eagle's.
The Lord works righteousness
and justice for all who are oppressed.
He made known his ways to Moses,
his acts to the people of Israel.
The Lord is merciful and gracious,
slow to anger and abounding in steadfast love.
He will not always chide,
nor will he keep his anger forever.
He does not deal with us according to our sins,
nor repay us according to our iniquities.
For as high as the heavens are above the earth,
so great is his steadfast love toward those who fear him;
as far as the east is from the west,
so far does he remove our transgressions from us.
As a father shows compassion to his children,
so the Lord shows compassion to those who fear him. For he knows our frame;
he remembers that we are dust.
As for man, his days are like grass;
he flourishes like a flower of the field;
for the wind passes over it, and it is gone,
and its place knows it no more.
But the steadfast love of the Lord is from everlasting to everlasting on those who fear him,
and his righteousness to children's children,
to those who keep his covenant
and remember to do his commandments.
The Lord has established his throne in the heavens,
and his kingdom rules over all.
Bless the Lord, O you his angels,
you mighty ones who do his word,
obeying the voice of his word!
Bless the Lord, all his hosts,
his ministers, who do his will!
Bless the Lord, all his works,
in all places of his dominion.
Bless the Lord, O my soul!
I know I often told you that a picture is my favorite Canan-Work.. but I have to say it again! Great art with a great title. And I think everyone of us has felt that way, too (more or less often). Hugs, Wiebke
I am agast with admiration Canan,It's so sad and yet so beautiful.You have created a masterpeace of both beauty and art that would demand centre place on any wall.And with such a touching verse
@Dear Adele..I am deeply touched with your proposal...As I wrote in my profile "FOR ME, AN IMAGE IS NOT JUST A TWO DIMENSIONAL PICTURE..THE FEELINGS YOU GET, TAKE YOU IN, AND GIVE YOU SPACE FOR IMAGINATION..THEN YOU BECOME ONE WITH THE PICTURE. IT IS A JOURNEY, AN EMOTIONAL AND EXCITING EXCURSION OF DISCOVERY..."
I am so happy that I could touch yours and some other people's hearts..
Thanks again & happy voting to all...
It is a wonderful poem of great depth, of this teacher Kahlil Gibran. And your image is amazing. It is tender, sweet and devastating. As the soul. It is a work of art that I remove to favorites. It is very pleasing to find photos like that. Congratulation. Cooper