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 God's sacred feast.
All these things shall love to unto you that you may know the secrets of your heart, and in that knowledge become a fragment of Life's heart.
[The Prophet by Kahlil Gibran]
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