Gibran Stories Omnibus

times.
     
      Mary : Philip, my friend, what do you say?
     
      Martha : (Rushes toward the disciple, and grasps him by the
arms) How glad I am to see you again. But who has risen? Of whom are
you speaking?
     
      Mother : (Walking toward him) Come in, my son. You shall have
supper with us tonight.
     
      Philip : (Unmoved by any of their words) I say the Master has
risen from the dead and has gone into Galilee.
     
     (A deep silence falls.)
     
      Lazarus : Now you shall all listen to me. If He has risen from
the dead they will crucify Him again, but they shall not crucify Him
alone. Now I shall proclaim Him, and they shall crucify me also.
     
     (He turns in exaltation and walk in the direction of the hills.)
     
      Lazarus : My mother and my sisters, I shall follow Him who
gave me life until He gives me death. Yes, I too would be crucified,
and that crucifixion will end this crucifixion.
     
     (A silence)
     
      Lazarus : Now I shall seek His spirit, and I shall be released. And though they bind me in iron chains I shall not be bound. And
though a thousand mothers and a thousand thousand sisters shall hold my
garments I shall not be held. I shall go with the East wind where the
East wind goes. And I shall seek my beloved in the sunset where all our
days find peace. And I shall seek my beloved in the night where all the
mornings sleep. And I shall be the one man among all men who twice
suffered life, and twice death, and twice knew eternity.
     
     (Lazarus looks into the face of his mother, then into the faces
of his sisters, the at Philip's face; then again at his mother's face. Then as if he were a sleepwalker he turns and runs toward the hills.
He disappears. They are all dazed and shaken.)
     
      Mother : My son, my son, come back to me!
     
      Mary : My brother, where are you going? Oh come, my brother,
come back to us.
     
      Martha : (As if to herself) It is so dark I know that he will
lose his way.
     
      Mother : (Almost screaming) Lazurus, my son!
     
     (A silence)
     
      Philip : He has gone where we all shall go. And he shall not
return.
     
      Mother : (Going to the very back of the stage, close to where
he has disappeared) Lazarus, Lazarus, my son! Come back to me! (She
shrieks.)
     
     (There is a silence. The running steps of Lazarus are lost in
the distance.)
     
      The Madman : Now he is gone, and he is beyond your reach. And
now your sorrow must seek another. (He pauses) Poor, poor Lazarus, the
first of the martyrs, and the greatest of them all.
     
     



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The Broken Wings

Kahlil Gibran
         
     
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FOREWORD
     
SILENT SORROW
     
THE HAND OF DESTINY
     
ENTRANCE TO THE SHRINE
     
THE WHITE TORCH
     
THE TEMPEST
     
THE LAKE OF FIRE
     
BEFORE THE THRONE OF DEATH
     
BETWEEN CHRIST AND ISHTAR
     
THE SACRIFICE
     
THE RESCUER
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This eBook was produced by: Stuart Kidd
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FOREWORD
         
      I was eighteen years of age when love opened my eyes with its magic
rays and touched my spirit for the first time with its fiery fingers,
and Selma Karamy was the first woman who awakened my spirit with her
beauty and led me into the garden of high affection, where days pass
like dreams and nights like weddings.
      Selma Karamy was the one who taught me to worship beauty by the
example of her own beauty and revealed to me the secret of love by her
affection; se was the one who first sang to me the poetry of real life.
      Every young man remembers his first love and tries to recapture that
strange hour, the memory of which changes his deepest feeling and makes
him so happy in spite of all the bitterness of its mystery.
      In every young man's life there is a “Selma” who appears to him
suddenly while in the spring of life and transforms his solitude into
happy moments and fills the silence of his nights with music.
      I was deeply engrossed in thought and contemplation and seeking to
understand the meaning of nature and the revelation of books and
scriptures when I heard LOVE whispered into my ears through Selma's
lips. My life was a coma, empty like that of Adam's in Paradise, when I
saw Selma standing