من ديوان
Jesus the son of man
للشاعر
Gibran Khalil Gibran
"Naaman of the Gadarenes, a friend of Stephen On the Death of Stephen"
His disciples are dispersed. He gave them the legacy of pain ere He Himself was put to death.
They are hunted like the deer, and the foxes of the fields, and the quiver of the hunter is yet
full of arrows.
But when they are caught and led to death, they are joyous, and their faces shine like the face
of the bridegroom at the wedding-feast. For He gave them also the legacy of joy.
I had a friend from the North Country, and his name was Stephen; and because he proclaimed
Jesus as the Son of God, he was led to the market-place and stoned.
And when Stephen fell to earth he oustretched his arms as if he would die as his Master had
died. His arms were spread like wings ready for flight. And when the last gleam of light was
fading in his eyes, with my own eyes I saw a smile upon his lips. It was a smile like the breath
that comes before the end of winter for a pledge and a promise of spring.
How shall I describe it?
It seemed that Stephen was saying, "If I should go to another world, and other men should
lead me to another market place to stone me, even then I would proclaim Him for the truth
which was in Him, and for that same truth which is in me now."
And I noticed that there was a man standing near, and looking with pleasure upon the stoning
of Stephen.
His name is Saul of Tarsus, and it was he who had yielded Stephen to the priests and the
Romans and the crowd, for
stoning.
Saul was bald of head and short of stature. His shoulders were crooked and his features
ill-sorted; and I liked him not.
I have been told that he is now preaching Jesus from the house tops. It is hard to believe.
But the grave halts not Jesus' walking to the enemies' camp to tame and take captive those
who had opposed Him.
Still I do not like that man of Tarsus, though I have been told that after Stephen's death he was
tamed and conquered on the road to Damascus. But his head is too large for his heart to be
that of a true disciple.
And yet perhaps I am mistaken. I am often mistaken.
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