I dwell in the midst of a perfect race, I the most imperfect. I, a human chaos, a nebula of confused elements, I move amongst finished worlds—peoples of complete laws and pure order, whose thoughts are assorted, whose dreams are arranged, …

‘The Perfect World’ by Kahlil Gibran describes what a speaker sees as an ideal way to live to take advantage of all that God has created, and thereby craft a perfect world. The poem begins with the speaker asking God, the protector of lost souls to watch over him.

God of lost souls, thou who are lost amongst the gods, hear me: Gentle Destiny that watchest over us, mad, wandering spirits, hearme: I dwell in the midst of a perfect race, I the most imperfect. I, a...

Mar 24, 2018 · There is a meadow in my perfect world where wind dances the branches of a tree, casting leopard spots of light across the face of a pond… The tree stands tall and grand and alone shading the world beneath it. There will come a day when I rest against its spine and look out over a valley where the sun warms, but never burns… I will watch ...

I dwell in the midst of a perfect race, I the most imperfect. I, a human chaos, a nebula of confused elements, I move amongst finished worlds—peoples of complete laws and pure order, whose thoughts are assorted, whose dreams are arranged, …

Jan 7, 2023 · Narrated by Daniel "Avi" AvinashIn this poem, Khalil Gibran writes about an ideal way to live in order to take advantage of all that God has created, and the...

Once the world was perfect, and we were happy in that world. Then we took it for granted. Discontent began a small rumble in the earthly mind. Then Doubt pushed through with its spiked head. Of fear, greed, envy, and hatred, put out the light. No one was without a stone in his or her hand. Right back where we had started. In the dark.

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I dwell in the midst of a perfect race, I the most imperfect. I, a human chaos, a nebula of confused elements, I move amongst finished worlds—peoples of complete laws and pure order, whose thoughts are assorted, whose dreams are arranged, …

Mar 5, 2025 · Yes, it is a perfectly perfect world, a world full of miracles, and the ripe fruit of God's kingdom, the most beautiful world in God's world. But, God, why am I here? I am an unripe green fruit, not yet grown, why am I here?