In response to Khalil Gibran, "On Freedom"

A well written and constructed response to a portion of a poem written by Khalil Gibran, "On Freedom". A brother took the liberty upon himself to respond so eloquently and allowed us to share.

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But even within these moments that you perceive as torment, we find the freedom in our struggle. For we are not bound by the shallow misery of this world, nor have our hearts rusted in the waves of life... 

In the grief of my nights I find a voice of shimmering hope within my heart, one that speaks to a tune unbeknownst to man but sung amongst the angels. A praise so simple in its structure but so magnanimous in its deliverance.. 

A praise that yields success even if it be a mustard seed buried in a boulder.. 

What if for me and the few that worship at the gate of mercy by the fire of her majestic rays at the early hour of her rise and in the glory of her descent.. 

What if we hold onto these chains knowing that each link was moulded not by a tyrant but by a Master deserving of praise and worship?

What if these chains that we have fastened around our necks are the very chains by which He orders his angels to pull forth at once and drag this corpse from the depths of hells torment... 

When the lady approached the humble slave and proclaimed, "O man of praise, you are noble and earnest, your character full of wisdom and morality.. there is not a flaw about you except one... you sit like a slave.." 

This blessed man, may the salutations of the unseen One rain abundantly upon him and his kin, said:  "Am I anything but?".

The ones you speak of have taken their idles as gods, for in every false god can be seen the reflection of their own vice.. 

I am ruled by a Judge who delivers no judgement without balancing it upon the scales of majestic eminence predetermined and bound by the laws in the enduring tablet... And only at the helm of His encompassing mercy, for if the ocean was ink for His wisdom the earth would fill not but a page.. exalted is He above our mention and beyond our odes and hymns.

For if He had not taught us a song of praise there would be no words in all of the earths tongues that could have honoured Him with adequacy...

For had He not pulled our tongues and drizzled honey on its tips, there would be no sweet breath of air that could shed light upon His shadow.. 

For only in the glory of His revelation do we find harmonies of weight and only in His arguments that He personified and sent forth among the people do we find worthy mention...