An added benefit of organizing my library was realized when I stumbled upon my copy of Kahlil Gibran's Lazarus and His Beloved. After a meeting this morning I sat in a local coffee shop reading the introduction and the first few pages of the one act play. The story concerns the temper of the resurrected Lazarus as he laments his return from heaven to the 'winter' of this physical existence. His beloved, found in that majestic place, must remain in the heavens and the separation is a torment to the once dead man. Was this reprieve from death a blessing? Are blessings always a relief from our burdens? How do we imagine, if we've even ever tried, the heart and mind of Lazarus the man? Good thinking comes from the reading of this play to those who are interested.
The Voice of the Master and The Prophet—other works by Gibran—are in hand today as well, after an inspired trip to the library. Fortunately, along with the shuffling of my books I've reorganized my reading spot with a comfortable seat under a very good light. The echoing cry of my literary youth tumbles into the present! Kill your television! Kill your television! For goodness sake read a book!
Such good stuff....
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