Doris Lee, “Thanksgiving” (1935)
Thanksgiving
This will be the last Thanksgiving that I spend apart from Julia, my wife and my best friend. I send out today’s Kahlil Gibran’s “Friendship” especially for her.
Julia lives in Sewanee, Tennessee, sharing her time between my mother and my son Toby’s family, while I am finishing up my last year at St. Mary’s College of Maryland. I will join my son Darien and his family later today.
In his poem, Gibran conveys a truth that I have discovered as I have lived separate from Julia over the past three semesters: “That which you love most in [her] may be clearer in [her] absence, as the mountain to the climber is clearer from the plain.”
His final words, meanwhile can work as a prayer for a Thanksgiving feast:
In the sweetness of friendship let there be laughter, and sharing of pleasures. For in the dew of little things the heart finds its morning and is refreshed.
Happy Thanksgiving.
Friendship
By Kahlil Gibran
And a youth said, “Speak to us of Friendship.”
Your friend is your needs answered.
He is your field which you sow with love and reap with thanksgiving.
And he is your board and your fireside.
For you come to him with your hunger, and you seek him for peace.
When your friend speaks his mind you fear not the “nay” in your own mind, nor do you withhold the “ay.”
And when he is silent your heart ceases not to listen to his heart;
For without words, in friendship, all thoughts, all desires, all expectations are born and shared, with joy that is unacclaimed.
When you part from your friend, you grieve not;
For that which you love most in him may be clearer in his absence, as the mountain to the climber is clearer from the plain.
And let there be no purpose in friendship save the deepening of the spirit.
For love that seeks aught but the disclosure of its own mystery is not love but a net cast forth: and only the unprofitable is caught.
And let your best be for your friend.
If he must know the ebb of your tide, let him know its flood also.
For what is your friend that you should seek him with hours to kill?
Seek him always with hours to live.
For it is his to fill your need, but not your emptiness.
And in the sweetness of friendship let there be laughter, and sharing of pleasures.
For in the dew of little things the heart finds its morning and is refreshed.
