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