Kahlil Gibran - The Prophet
An Excerpt.
    When love beckons 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 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 Gods sacred feast.
    All of 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 loves threshing-floor
    Into the seasonless world where you shall laugh, but not all of your laughter, and weep, but not all of your tears.