I read the lines
tears in my eyes
a song in my heart
stumbling upon wisdom
pouring so effusively
I stop to breathe
trying to make sense of
the magic
sounds of piety
truth beyond life and living
truth for now and ever
travelling far and wide
touching souls here,there and everywhere
now seeping into my being
showers of pure joy
words that dance
words that prophesy
words that speak
blessed be thou
who knoweth the power of words!
PS:Why is reading Khalil Gibran so emotional an experience? What is the magic of words that seem to throttle with intensity?