When I met my husband it was love at first sight. Both of us went home and told our nearest and dearest that we had met our soul mate, but neither of us said anything to each other about this for another six months. I found him a fascinating conversationalist, madly attractive and a gentleman. To top it all, he had the power to make me to laugh until I cried. I wanted his babies!
Neither of us wanted to make the ‘move’ incase we ruined the friendship we had developed. Eventually I asked him out for a drink. We met and after a few drinks, he asked me to marry him, I said yes and we kissed for the first time. I was madly in love then and am madly in love now, but we have had our fair share of ‘moments’. His alcoholism drove our emotions and minds to the limits for years. At one point I hated him so much I couldn’t even imagine how I had ever loved this man.
One of the first gifts he bought me was the book ‘The Prophet’ by Kahil Gibran and one of the first passages I read was the answer the prophet gave when asked about love;
When love beckons to you, follow him,
Though his ways are hard and steep.
And when his wings enfold you yield to him,
Though the sword hidden among his pinions may wound you,
And when he speaks to you believe him,
Though his voice may shatter your dreams as the north wind lays waste the garden.
For Even as he is for your growth so is he for your pruning.
Even as he ascends to your height and caresses your tenderest branches that quiver in the sun,
So shall he descend to your roots and shake them in their clinging to the earth.
Like sheaves of corn he gathers you unto himself.
He threshes you to make you naked.
He sifts you to free your from your husks.
He grinds you to whiteness.
He kneads you until you are pliant;
And then he assigns you to his sacred fire, that you may become sacred bread for God’s sacred feast.
All these things shall love do unto you that you may know the secrets of your heart, and in that
knowledge become a fragment of Life’s heart.
Sixteen years later I found this book in a box again after a house move. It had been three years after husband went into rehab and read this passage again. Love had indeed tested me to my limit, shaken my roots, shattered my dreams and wounded my heart but by getting through it we had discovered a better us and a stronger bond of love than we ever imagined.
Maybe you will too.
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