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?