The Prophet

The Prophet

by Kahlil Gibran


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In this timeless literary treasure, the Prophet Almustafa delivers a sermon to the people of Orphalese, expounding on subjects ranging from love and marriage, to law. the meaning of life, and death. He then departs for another incarnation, sailing in a mystic ship.

Mystical and thought-provoking, the beautiful, cryptic poetry of Kahlil Gibran has been loved and cherished for close to a century.

Illustrated with twelve original, beautiful drawings by the author.

Product Details

ISBN-13: 9781528714808
Publisher: Read & Co. Books
Publication date: 01/31/2020
Pages: 76
Sales rank: 389,252
Product dimensions: 5.51(w) x 8.50(h) x 0.18(d)

About the Author

Kahlil Gibran (1887-1931) was a Lebanese-American poet, writer and artist who is the third best-selling poet of all time. His most celebrated work, The Prophet has sold more than 10 million copies in America alone and has been translated into over 100 languages.

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Almustafa, the chosen and the beloved, who was a dawn unto his own day, had waited twelve years in the city of Orphalese for his ship that was to return and bear him back to the isle of his birth.

And in the twelfth year, on the seventh day of Ielool, the month of reaping, he climbed the hill without the city walls and looked seaward; and he beheld his ship coming with the mist.

Then the gates of his heart were flung open, and his joy flew far over the sea. And he closed his eyes and prayed in the silences of his soul.

But as he descended the hill, a sadness came upon him, and he thought in his heart:

How shall I go in peace and without sorrow? Nay, not without a wound in the spirit shall I leave this city.

Long were the days of pain I have spent within its walls, and long were the nights of aloneness; and who can depart from his pain and his aloneness without regret?

Too many fragments of the spirit have I scattered in these streets, and too many are the children of my longing that walk naked among these hills, and I cannot withdraw from them without a burden and an ache.

It is not a garment I cast off this day, but a skin that I tear with my own hands.

Nor is it a thought I leave behind me, but a heart made sweet with hunger and with thirst.

Yet I cannot tarry longer.

The sea that calls all things unto her calls me, and I must embark.

For to stay, though the hours burn in the night, is to freeze and crystallize and be bound in a mould.

Fain would I take with me all that is here. But how shall I?

A voice cannot carry the tongue and the lips that gave it wings. Alone must it seek the ether.

And alone and without his nest shall the eagle fly across the sun.

Now when he reached the foot of the hill, he turned again towards the sea, and he saw his ship approaching the harbour, and upon her prow the mariners, the men of his own land.

And his soul cried out to them, and he said:

Sons of my ancient mother, you riders of the tides,

How often have you sailed in my dreams. And now you come in my awakening, which is my deeper dream.

Ready am I to go, and my eagerness with sails full set awaits the wind.

Only another breath will I breathe in this still air, only another loving look cast backward,

And then I shall stand among you, a seafarer among seafarers.

And you, vast sea, sleepless mother,

Who alone are peace and freedom to the river and the stream,

Only another winding will this stream make, only another murmur in this glade,

And then shall I come to you, a boundless drop to a boundless ocean.

And as he walked he saw from afar men and women leaving their fields and their vineyards and hastening towards the city gates.

And he heard their voices calling his name, and shouting from field to field telling one another of the coming of his ship.

And he said to himself:

Shall the day of parting be the day of gathering?

And shall it be said that my eve was in truth my dawn?

And what shall I give unto him who has left his plough in midfurrow, or to him who has stopped the wheel of his winepress?

Shall my heart become a tree heavy-laden with fruit that I may gather and give unto them?

And shall my desires flow like a fountain that I may fill their cups?

Am I a harp that the hand of the mighty may touch me, or a flute that his breath may pass through me?

A seeker of silences am I, and what treasure have I found in silences that I may dispense with confidence?

If this is my day of harvest, in what fields have I sowed the seed, and in what unremembered seasons?

If this indeed be the hour in which I lift up my lantern, it is not my flame that shall burn therein.

Empty and dark shall I raise my lantern,

And the guardian of the night shall fill it with oil and he shall light it also.

These things he said in words. But much in his heart remained unsaid. For he himself could not speak his deeper secret.

And when he entered into the city all the people came to meet him, and they were crying out to him as with one voice.

And the elders of the city stood forth and said:

Go not yet away from us.

A noontide have you been in our twilight, and your youth has given us dreams to dream.

No stranger are you among us, nor a guest, but our son and our dearly beloved.

Suffer not yet our eyes to hunger for your face.

And the priests and the priestesses said unto him:

Let not the waves of the sea separate us now, and the years you have spent in our midst become a memory.

You have walked among us a spirit, and your shadow has been a light upon our faces.

Much have we loved you. But speechless was our love, and with veils has it been veiled.

Yet now it cries aloud unto you, and would stand revealed before you.

And ever has it been that love knows not its own depth until the hour of separation.

And others came also and entreated him. But he answered them not. He only bent his head; and those who stood near saw his tears falling upon his breast.

And he and the people proceeded towards the great square before the temple.

And there came out of the sanctuary a woman whose name was Almitra. And she was a seeress.

And he looked upon her with exceeding tenderness, for it was she who had first sought and believed in him when he had been but a day in their city.

And she hailed him, saying:

Prophet of God, in quest of the uttermost, long have you searched the distances for your ship.

And now your ship has come, and you must needs go.

Deep is your longing for the land of your memories and the dwelling place of your greater desires; and our love would not bind you nor our needs hold you.

Yet this we ask ere you leave us, that you speak to us and give us of your truth.

And we will give it unto our children, and they unto their children, and it shall not perish.

In your aloneness you have watched with our days, and in your wakefulness you have listened to the weeping and the laughter of our sleep.

Now therefore disclose us to ourselves, and tell us all that has been shown you of that which is between birth and death.

And he answered,

People of Orphalese, of what can I speak save of that which is even now moving within your souls?


Then said Almitra, Speak to us of Love. And he raised his head and looked upon the people, and there fell a stillness upon them. And with a great voice he said:

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 in him,

Though his voice may shatter your dreams as the north wind lays waste the garden.

For even as love crowns you so shall he crucify you. 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 you 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.

But if in your fear you would seek only love's peace and love's pleasure,

Then it is better for you that you cover your nakedness and pass out of love's threshing-floor,

Into the seasonless world where you shall laugh, but not all of your laughter, and weep, but not all of your tears.

Love gives naught but itself and takes naught but from itself.

Love possesses not nor would it be possessed;

For love is sufficient unto love.

When you love you should not say, "God is in my heart," but rather, "I am in the heart of God."

And think not you can direct the course of love, for love, if it finds you worthy, directs your course.

Love has no other desire but to fulfil itself.

But if you love and must needs have desires, let these be your desires:

To melt and be like a running brook that sings its melody to the night.

To know the pain of too much tenderness.

To be wounded by your own understanding of love;

And to bleed willingly and joyfully.

To wake at dawn with a winged heart and give thanks for another day of loving;

To rest at the noon hour and meditate love's ecstasy;

To return home at eventide with gratitude;

And then to sleep with a prayer for the beloved in your heart and a song of praise upon your lips.


Then Almitra spoke again and said, And what of Marriage, master?

And he answered saying:

You were born together, and together you shall be forevermore.

You shall be together when the white wings of death scatter your days.

Aye, you shall be together even in the silent memory of God.

But let there be spaces in your togetherness,

And let the winds of the heavens dance between you.

Love one another but make not a bond of love:

Let it rather be a moving sea between the shores of your souls.

Fill each other's cup but drink not from one cup.

Give one another of your bread but eat not from the same loaf.

Sing and dance together and be joyous, but let each one of you be alone,

Even as the strings of a lute are alone though they quiver with the same music.

Give your hearts, but not into each other's keeping.

For only the hand of Life can contain your hearts.

And stand together, yet not too near together:

For the pillars of the temple stand apart,

And the oak tree and the cypress grow not in each other's shadow.


And a woman who held a babe against her bosom said, Speak to us of Children.

And he said:

Your children are not your children.

They are the sons and daughters of Life's longing for itself.

They come through you but not from you,

And though they are with you, yet they belong not to you.

You may give them your love but not your thoughts.

For they have their own thoughts.

You may house their bodies but not their souls,

For their souls dwell in the house of tomorrow, which you cannot visit, not even in your dreams.

You may strive to be like them, but seek not to make them like you.

For life goes not backward nor tarries with yesterday.

You are the bows from which your children as living arrows are sent forth.

The archer sees the mark upon the path of the infinite, and He bends you with His might that His arrows may go swift and far.

Let your bending in the archer's hand be for gladness;

For even as he loves the arrow that flies, so He loves also the bow that is stable.


Then said a rich man, Speak to us of Giving.

And he answered:

You give but little when you give of your possessions.

It is when you give of yourself that you truly give.

For what are your possessions but things you keep and guard for fear you may need them tomorrow?

And tomorrow, what shall tomorrow bring to the overprudent dog burying bones in the trackless sand as he follows the pilgrims to the holy city?

And what is fear of need but need itself?

Is not dread of thirst when your well is full, the thirst that is unquenchable?

There are those who give little of the much which they have — and they give it for recognition and their hidden desire makes their gifts unwholesome.

And there are those who have little and give it all.

These are the believers in life and the bounty of life, and their coffer is never empty.

There are those who give with joy, and that joy is their reward.

And there are those who give with pain, and that pain is their baptism.

And there are those who give and know not pain in giving, nor do they seek joy, nor give with mindfulness of virtue;

They give as in yonder valley the myrtle breathes its fragrance into space.

Through the hands of such as these God speaks, and from behind their eyes He smiles upon the earth.

It is well to give when asked, but it is better to give unasked, through understanding;

And to the open-handed the search for one who shall receive is joy greater than giving.

And is there aught you would withhold?

All you have shall some day be given;

Therefore give now, that the season of giving may be yours and not your inheritors'.

You often say, "I would give, but only to the deserving."

The trees in your orchard say not so, nor the flocks in your pasture.

They give that they may live, for to withhold is to perish.

Surely he who is worthy to receive his days and his nights is worthy of all else from you.

And he who has deserved to drink from the ocean of life deserves to fill his cup from your little stream.

And what desert greater shall there be than that which lies in the courage and the confidence, nay the charity, of receiving?

And who are you that men should rend their bosom and unveil their pride, that you may see their worth naked and their pride unabashed?

See first that you yourself deserve to be a giver, and an instrument of giving.

For in truth it is life that gives unto life — while you, who deem yourself a giver, are but a witness.

And you receivers — and you are all receivers — assume no weight of gratitude, lest you lay a yoke upon yourself and upon him who gives.

Rather rise together with the giver on his gifts as on wings;

For to be overmindful of your debt, is to doubt his generosity who has the free-hearted earth for mother, and God for father.


Then an old man, a keeper of an inn, said, Speak to us of Eating and Drinking.

And he said:

Would that you could live on the fragrance of the earth, and like an air plant be sustained by the light.

But since you must kill to eat, and rob the newly born of its mother's milk to quench your thirst, let it then be an act of worship,

And let your board stand an altar on which the pure and the innocent of forest and plain are sacrificed for that which is purer and still more innocent in man.

When you kill a beast say to him in your heart,

"By the same power that slays you, I too am slain; and I too shall be consumed.

For the law that delivered you into my hand shall deliver me into a mightier hand.

Your blood and my blood is naught but the sap that feeds the tree of heaven."

And when you crush an apple with your teeth, say to it in your heart,

"Your seeds shall live in my body,

And the buds of your tomorrow shall blossom in my heart,

And your fragrance shall be my breath,

And together we shall rejoice through all the seasons."

And in the autumn, when you gather the grapes of your vineyards for the winepress, say in your heart,

"I too am a vineyard, and my fruit shall be gathered for the winepress,

And like new wine I shall be kept in eternal vessels."

And in winter, when you draw the wine, let there be in your heart a song for each cup;

And let there be in the song a remembrance for the autumn days, and for the vineyard, and for the winepress.


Then a ploughman said, Speak to us of Work.

And he answered, saying:

You work that you may keep pace with the earth and the soul of the earth.

For to be idle is to become a stranger unto the seasons, and to step out of life's procession, that marches in majesty and proud submission towards the infinite.

When you work you are a flute through whose heart the whispering of the hours turns to music.

Which of you would be a reed, dumb and silent, when all else sings together in unison?

Always you have been told that work is a curse and labour a misfortune.

But I say to you that when you work you fulfil a part of earth's furthest dream, assigned to you when that dream was born,

And in keeping yourself with labour you are in truth loving life,

And to love life through labour is to be intimate with life's inmost secret.

But if you in your pain call birth an affliction and the support of the flesh a curse written upon your brow, then I answer that naught but the sweat of your brow shall wash away that which is written.

You have been told also that life is darkness, and in your weariness you echo what was said by the weary.

And I say that life is indeed darkness save when there is urge,

And all urge is blind save when there is knowledge,

And all knowledge is vain save when there is work,

And all work is empty save when there is love;

And when you work with love you bind yourself to yourself, and to one another, and to God.

And what is it to work with love?

It is to weave the cloth with threads drawn from your heart, even as if your beloved were to wear that cloth.

It is to build a house with affection, even as if your beloved were to dwell in that house.

It is to sow seeds with tenderness and reap the harvest with joy, even as if your beloved were to eat the fruit.

It is to charge all things you fashion with a breath of your own spirit,

And to know that all the blessed dead are standing about you and watching.

Often have I heard you say, as if speaking in sleep, "He who works in marble, and finds the shape of his own soul in the stone, is nobler than he who ploughs the soil.


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Table of Contents

The Coming of the Ship

On Love

On Marriage

On Children

On Giving

On Eating and Drinking

On Work

On Joy and Sorrow

On Houses

On Clothes

On Buying and Selling

On Crive and Punishment

On Laws

On Freedom

On Reason and Passion

On Pain

On Self-Knowledge

On Teaching

On Friendship

On Talking

On Time

On Good and Evil

On Prayer

On Pleasure

On Beauty

On Religion

On Death

The Farewell

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Guest More than 1 year ago
I remember I had to read this book in high school. I was 16, and quite frankly, hanging out with my friends and partying were much more fun than some silly homework assignment. Fast forward 19 years. I was in B&N a few weeks ago, and I happened to have stumbled on the book. I wanted something to read, so I thought, 'Eh, why not? It looks like a quick read.' So, I bought it. Well, all I can say is, 'Wow! What a disservice I did to myself back then by not reading this book!' Then again, maybe I wasn't prepared for such an awesome piece of work. I think you need to experience life to really appreciate this book. My first time reading it, I was BLOWN AWAY. I actually started crying in a few areas of the book because I could relate so much of it to my own life and experiences. The first time, I read it as a novel. Now, I use it as a reference tool for life. When my son rebels, I turn to the 'Parenting' section. When my heart was broken earlier this year, I went to the 'Love' section. Sometimes, my intensity is too much for daily life, so that's when I flip to the 'Reason vs Passion' section. I have read a lot of books in my time, but I must say that this is probably the most SPECIAL book I have ever had or read. Now, I'm not some super-intellectual who dwells in the World of the Intelligencia. I'm just a regular person who really needed a book like this in her life. Honestly, I think Mr. Gibran wrote this book for people like me. Heck, I was thinking that he wrote it JUST for me :-) Enjoy.
E-Bennet More than 1 year ago
When I picked this up, I had no idea what to expect. My mouth stands open. I feel like I've read a map to the entryway of my soul. I keep going back and reading my favorite parts over and over. I am in love with these words. They come off the page in my own voice, like they speak from somewhere I have been already, remember acutely. Gibran himself is a prophet, only a prophet could speak such true words. I want to quote him here to give you a taste, here the prophet is speaking of love: "For even as love crowns you so shall he crucify you. 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 you 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. ... But if in your fear you would seek only love's peace and love's pleasure, Then it is better for you that you cover your nakedness and pass out of love's threshing-floor, Into the seasonless world where you shall laugh, but not all of your laughter, and weep, but not all of your tears." -Kahlil Gibran
Piratesavvy More than 1 year ago
The Prophet proved to be one of the most inspiring books I have read so far. Being only 19, I found the book to be interesting and highly important. I believe everyone should read this book and learn it. I hope you'll get a chance to read this great book because it will be well worth it!
Guest More than 1 year ago
I was recommended this book by a very dear friend of mine. I'm very happy that she did. The Prophet is the closest thing to a bible I've ever embraced. The range of subjects, from Love, to Pain, Children, Work, and Laws and Prayer are written about and sung so beautifully.
Guest More than 1 year ago
I read this in the 60's at Bethany College and have collected copies from yard sales to give to friends. I have found no one who did not appreciate it. When you have finished this book, find the 'Complete Works of Kahlil Gibran,' awesome!
Guest More than 1 year ago
This book serves you best when you read it slowly, revisiting the topics when needed. Gibran's work is ideal for those who enjoy the wisdom genre and welcome introspection.
Guest More than 1 year ago
no words are eneogh in praise of the book. One who is fond of reading and even the one who is not fond of reading must read this book. it provides true insight to the problems which arise while understanding the life, complications of emotions&relations.Reading this arouse the curiosity of reader to read the other books of the Great Writer.Moreover the drawings by Gibran are also amazing
McGuffyAnn More than 1 year ago
I first read this book as a teenager. It has remained on my bookshelf, being read many, many times. I have given it as a gift to several people, over the years. It is one of my favourite books. The Prophet is a classic, and is considered to be Kahlil Gibran's masterpiece. Gibran himself considered it his "greatest achievement". Originally published in 1923, it has been translated into 28 languages, and is still a popular piece of literature today. The book is a beautiful blend of poetry and philosophy. Each chapter takes on a particular topic, or aspect of life. "The Prophet" speaks on love, work, law, freedom, pain, time, and many other important issues we all deal with as we journey through life. Each beautifully written chapter is also illustrated by Gibran. The importance and beauty of this book is immeasurable and timeless. This book should be on every bookshelf of those who truly enjoy the beauty of poetry and classic literature, to be enjoyed and appreciated by every generation. The life lessons offered by Kahlil Gibran are timeless in essence and belief.
DeaJay More than 1 year ago
I have owned a copy of this book for over 40 years. On Nov 22, 2009, a 19 yr old relative of mine was killed in Afghanistan. A speaker, at his funeral, read a chapter from this book.....the chapter on "Children". I had read, that chapter, for years during the challenges of raising my children. It dawned on me...that NOT ONLY THAT CHAPTER....but the entire book would bring comfort to the family. I bought 8 copies ...... and, DAILY, the family refers to different topics. To me, this book is a must for table tops, bedtime reading or for libraries.
Zootmcflute More than 1 year ago
An amazing Oriental (Oriental in the academic sense, meaning Middle Eastern spiritualist) Christian book. The mixture of prose and poetry fits the mood of the spiritual explorer. The artwork is thought provoking adding a visual richness to the intellectual pursuit of truth seekers. This book is not a "self-help" Joel Osteen easy read. Be ready to invest time and effort, if you so do you, will not be disappointed.
Guest More than 1 year ago
One of the best books i have ever read. It is very simple and covers most of the issues we face daily. It shows you the beauty in every thing and a realistic view based on Gibran's experience in life. Simply a MASTERPIECE...
Guest More than 1 year ago
I found out about this book from a guest editor piece by Hilary Duff in Seventeen magazine. She had included some excerpts from the book in her piece. They were hard-hitting and deep, so I decided to take on the challenge of reading the book for myself. The Prophet by Kahlil Gibran is probably one of the deepest books that anyone could ever read. It was originally published in 1923. Interspersed among the proverbs in the book are pages of the author¿s own drawings. The drawings do not really add anything to the meaning of the book though, and they feature nudity. The book has twenty-eight sections, two of which are basically an introduction and a closing. The other twenty-six cover a wide range of topics from love, children, clothes, friendship, beauty and death to work, houses, laws, pain and time. I like this book because of its many wonderful insights about some topics to which I can actually relate. I was amazed at how something written in the early 1900s can transcend the ages and still hold some relevance to the early 2000s. Some of Gibran¿s proverbs are toe-stompers: ¿But if in your fear you would seek only love¿s peace and love¿s pleasure, Then it is better for you that you cover your nakedness and pass out of love¿s threshing-floor, Into the seasonless world where you shall laugh, but not all of your laughter, and weep, but not all of your tears. Love gives naught but itself and takes naught but from itself. Love possesses not nor would it be possessed For love is sufficient unto love.¿ Still others of Gibran¿s proverbs are full of wisdom: ¿Your children are not your children. They are the sons and daughters of Life¿s longing for itself. They come through you but not from you, and thought they are with you yet they belong not to you. You may give them your love buy not your thoughts, For they have their own thoughts. You may house their bodies but not their souls, For their souls dwell in the house of tomorrow, which you cannot visit, not even in your dreams. You may strive to be like them, but seek not to make them like you. For life goes not backward nor tarries with yesterday.¿ I found the book to be uplifting overall, although I cannot pull any one individual uplifting proverb because the book, through its depth of wisdom and insight, lightens any bad day. I would definitely recommend that everyone read this book at some point in their lives.
Anonymous 6 months ago
Sorry Guys, I probably just bought the last 7 online for Christmas presents because this is such a great copy. Every library needs a copy of this book but this copy is the supreme gift for loved ones.
Anonymous 10 months ago
Poetically crafted. Worldly beyond measure. Mystifying from start to finish. When I purchased this book, I was eager to explore my spirituality. After finishing Gibran’s notable collection of prose, I came back to Barnes and Noble’s website with not only fulfillment in my original quest but a desire to delve deeper into this world of ethereal knowledge. Once I read the first few pages of The Prophet, I couldn’t put it down for days. Every testimony from the all-knowing Almustafa left me spellbound with the beauty of his words and insightful nature that his lessons exude. I felt as if I was amongst his crowd of endearing, inquisitive followers, listening to his final words of wisdom before the beloved sage left for new horizons. The following sections are especially my favorites from Gibran’s book: “On Children”, “On Work”, “On Joy and Sorrow”, “On Self-Knowledge” and “On Teaching”. Don’t get me wrong, I’m a total bookworm but it is a rare circumstance when a book hits me as hard as this one had. What’s even better is that its collectible edition is so elegant yet so subtle in its appeal. You can’t help but feel an air of enlightenment when carrying it on your person. Plus, it’s the size for travel! Merely typing about my love and admiration towards this book makes me want to reread it once more. My only concern is that I wish the book was much longer, perhaps picking up where Almustafa left off and having preach to those at the destination where he sailed to. It’s just that wonderful! Otherwise, I highly recommend “The Prophet”, especially for those in need of some mystic guidance or are simply venturing into their spiritual beliefs like I had. For being one of the cheaper B&N Collectibles Editions, don’t let the price tag fool you. This book is worth so much more in its literary value than its monetary value.
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
Simply inspired.
hollybdurso on LibraryThing More than 1 year ago
An absolutely beautiful little book filled with poetic wisdom that I believe people from every faith and background can draw from.
AlaricBond on LibraryThing More than 1 year ago
A book that transcends most faiths; one to reach for in the middle of the night.
barblibrarian on LibraryThing More than 1 year ago
I originally read this book in high school over 30 years ago and found it beautiful. Today I find it enlightening, calming, and a constant source of re-examination. I actually keep a copy with me at all times to read whenever I need to wait somewhere and want a quick reminder. Very thought provoking and very new age.
hollowtaction on LibraryThing More than 1 year ago
These short sections on various topics are completely insightful. Reading the prophet's wisdom, I felt as though he were telling me things from my own mind that I only had not put down into words, and Gibran wrote his prose with such an artfulness that this novel is nothing short of inspirational. He has written the poetry of my soul.
AnnThatcher on LibraryThing More than 1 year ago
"I have found a truth." -- More then a book... The Prophet, is Absorbing the lessons given by a prophet to the people of Orphalese - written in a profound and poetic rhythm. The Prophet is about lessons to the of people on Orphalese - that one must embrace. The Prophet waited twelve years in the city of Orphalese for his ship to come in. His lessons to the people varying from the Self realization, Relationships -- Good and Evil and of marriage . Similar paradox of other inspirational literature, the I-ching, and teachings of Christ and Buddha. Not by any means is this a read once and remember book. It's more of a come back to again and again - to embrace a wisdom. This book is a constant source of re-examination. I should actually keep a copy with me at all times as a quick reminder... of who I am - and life itself.
motjebben on LibraryThing More than 1 year ago
A beautiful book! The poetry is exquisite and often quoted for its beauty and profound insight. A MUST-READ! Gibran's prophet speaks eloquently on the topics of everyone's life: Love, Marriage, Children, Work, Joy and Sorrow, ... Time, ... Religion...This timeless work will have you thinking deeply and THAT is its greatest gift!
keylawk on LibraryThing More than 1 year ago
Gibran is the one of the most popular poets gracefully standing in this vale of tears. Only Shakespeare and Lao-Tze are more often quoted and published. The Prophet is not Jesus -- for there is no crucifixion, no salvation in blood. The Prophet is not Mohammed -- for there is no war, no jihad, no vilification, no second-class sex or tribe, and no obsession with "being clean" in an impure world. Possibly, he is Manes, because there are revenant themes of Christic Persian mystery -- but there is no hard line drawn between the infinite possibilities of Good and Evil. It is all about grace, seeing inside, understanding outside.Gibran is one of the diaspora of great men and women who fled and flee from the Middle East (Lebanon). Thousands of great poets are still fleeing the persecutions and the stifling monopoly of Islam. In the West, his talent for grace was appreciated. He flourished, and so will any reader.
sitaraa on LibraryThing More than 1 year ago
a treasure.. i keep going back to it
bfertig on LibraryThing More than 1 year ago
I read The Prophet perhaps way way too quickly - its short enough to be read in a few hours, but deep enough to take years to digest. There's lots in there that would be good quotes to remember. It reminded me a little bit of the song 'Best of all possible worlds' in Candide(?) where this one know-it-all explains his unrelenting optimism.
queensheherezade on LibraryThing More than 1 year ago
My mother, a Bohemian at heart, gave me this is a birthday present and, at first, I didn't quite know what to make of it. But once I relaxed into the fact that The Prophet is merely a creative work of rare and extraordinary beauty, I began to enjoy it and even read a few passages to my husband. I particularly like "Work is love made visible". The Prophet contains some lovely lyrical prose and many enchanting passages which are largely universal in nature. There is a great deal of wisdom in this book, although I would qualify this by saying that, if one were looking for answers to life's greatest questions, there is nothing in The Prophet that you couldn't find in your own Holy scriptures, whatever they may be. Some may take offense to this book, considering its title and the name of the main character, but I think it is possible to transcend this kind of reaction if you can take The Prophet for what it is: a creative work of prose fiction, not intended as a poisonous substitute for sacred scripture.