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Poetry Sunday: Fear by Khalil Gibran

Here's a thought for the coming year - a reminder to us to be brave.

Fear

by Khalil Gibran

It is said that before entering the sea
a river trembles with fear.

She looks back at the path she has traveled,
from the peaks of the mountains,
the long winding road crossing forests and villages.

And in front of her,
she sees an ocean so vast,
that to enter
there seems nothing more than to disappear forever.

But there is no other way.
The river can not go back.

Nobody can go back.
To go back is impossible in existence.

The river needs to take the risk
of entering the ocean
because only then will fear disappear,
because that’s where the river will know
it’s not about disappearing into the ocean,
but of becoming the ocean.

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  1. jabblogDecember 29, 2024 at 4:01 AM

    I cannot add to this - it's perfect.

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  2. MELODY JACOBDecember 29, 2024 at 5:55 AM

    This beautiful passage by Khalil Gibran speaks to the transformative power of embracing the unknown. The river's journey symbolizes the human experience of growth, change, and the inevitable need to let go of the past in order to merge with something greater. It reminds us that the fear of losing ourselves in new experiences can be overcome by realizing that these experiences help us discover our true essence, just as the river becomes the ocean. A profound and inspiring metaphor for personal evolution.

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  3. David M. Gascoigne,December 29, 2024 at 5:57 AM

    I can’t say it any better than Melody just did.

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  4. Lark@LarkWritesDecember 29, 2024 at 10:36 AM

    This is so beautiful. I love it! :D

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  5. AlanaDecember 29, 2024 at 4:43 PM

    A perfect poem.

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  6. Deb Nance at ReaderbuzzJanuary 2, 2025 at 9:34 AM

    What a magnificent poem. I need to add this one to my file of Wonderful Poems.

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