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Work Is Love Made Visible

Work Is Love Made Visible

work is love made visible

For many of us it’s a dirty four letter word.

We’ve all been there. Working in a job we hate, doing something we don’t want to do because we feel like it’s something we have to do to survive.

Oftentimes fear of poverty drives us like the hounds of hell are pushing us from behind. But for some of us, it’s simply because we gave up trying to find our way to express our purpose here. We forgot what it is we really love to do. Or, we traded it away for golden handcuffs. And then we grudgingly pick ourselves up and move out the door to another day of drudgery, adding another chapter to the misery of the world.

And yet, that gives way to awe and wonder when we watch someone while they’re doing what they love to do. When someone loves the work they do, instead of being driven from behind, love pulls them forward. And we get pulled along forward with them.

I had that experience a couple weeks ago when I went to an Frequency Specific Microcurrent (FSM) Core Training outside Philadelphia. The leader of the FSM community, Carol McMakin, conducted a workshop for new FSM practitioners.

Carol’s been doing this for 20 years. And watching Carol work, doing what she loves, was an honor. There’s a certain peacefulness that descends on the room. And a certain expression of contentment that fills Carol’s face when she works.

In those moments, watching a master at work, whether it’s a musician or a practitioner, a phrase from Kahlil Gibran comes to my mind. “Work is love made visible.” And, at least for me as I enter into my next decades of work, that is my goal.

On Work
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.
And he who seizes the rainbow to lay it on a cloth in the likeness of man, is more than he who makes the sandals for our feet.”
But I say, not in sleep but in the overwakefulness of noontide, that the wind speaks not more sweetly to the giant oaks than to the least of all the blades of grass;
And he alone is great who turns the voice of the wind into a song made sweeter by his own loving.

Work is love made visible.

And if you cannot work with love but only with distaste, it is better that you should leave your work and sit at the gate of the temple and take alms of those who work with joy.
For if you bake bread with indifference, you bake a bitter bread that feeds but half man’s hunger.
And if you grudge the crushing of the grapes, your grudge distils a poison in the wine.
And if you sing though as angels, and love not the singing, you muffle man’s ears to the voices of the day and the voices of the night.


About the book:

Gibran’s work The Prophet contains some of the most beautiful poetry and prose ever written. The 26 chapters plumb the depth of human experience with heart. Gibran is the third best-selling poet of all time, right behind Shakespeare and Lao-Tzu.

The Prophet has been translated into over 40 different languages and has never been out of print. The book will be in the public domain in the United States on January 1, 2019, although it is already in the public domain in the European Union, Canada, Russia, South Africa, and Australia.

Of course, the hard-copy full text version of The Prophet is available on Amazon.


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