“My friend be not like him who sits by the fireside and watches the fire go out, then blows vainly upon the dead ashes. Do not give up hope or yield to despair because of that which is past, for to bewail the irretrievable is the worst of human frailties. …
“God has given you a spirit with wings on which to soar into the spacious firmament of Love and Freedom. It is not pitiful than that you cut the wings with your own hands and suffer your soul to crawl like an insect upon the earth?
“My soul, living is like a courser of the night; the swifter its flight, the nearer the dawn.”
By the Fireside
At one time or another, probably all of us have been guilty of sitting by the fireside until the fire goes completely out, then trying to restart it by blowing on the cold ashes. Not literally, of course, but figuratively. We fish the Great Banks until the fish is nearly all gone, then complain when the government restricts fishing there.
We vote for politicians who pledge to cut taxed, and do so when elected. Then we complain about the crumbling bridges, the potholes n the streets, and the leaky roof at the public library. Some people seriously don’t seem to understand that governments can’t spend on those things if the politicians cut taxes.
And how many fools are swimming through flood waters on many states wearing shirts that proclaim Global Warming a fraud? Just because you don’t want to deal with a problem doesn’t mean it doesn’t exist.
Being the great philosopher, poet, and spiritual teacher that he was, Gibran than swings the pendulum the other way and tells us to never give up, never yield to despair. Even if we can’t restart the dead fire by blowing on it, maybe someone has some matches. Don’t just sit there and freeze because the fire has gone out. Find a way to relight it. Go to another location where the fire is still burning. Until you are dead, there is always hope of rekindling your fire. I am talking about the spiritual fire in your soul. Many of us have never lit it. Other have allowed it to go out. We all still have the ability to rekindle it and get back the heat and light of spirit.
We all have a winged spirit, allegorically speaking. Those painting of angels with feathered bird wings should not be taken literally. Those wings are an allegory for the real wings of spirit which have no feathers, skin, or bones, for they are spiritual, not material.
While it is true, allegorically speaking again, that we do cut off our own wings, it is generally not intentional. We don’t realize that these wings even exist, so we don’t let them concern us. So like a plant that is never watered, they shrivel. But remember, Gibran said we should always hope. No matter how badly we have ignore or abused our spiritual faculties, we can still turn it around and renew them.
Firmament of Love
A winged spirit should use those allegorical wings to soar into the firmament of love and freedom. That is what Gibran advises. He is not talking about the sky. The firmament those “wings” can take us to is the realm of spirit. You don’t use physical wings to rise to higher realms. You use the spiritual wings of higher frequencies and increased energy. Wings of light that grow strong and healthy when exposed to the light of the spiritual sun.