Snap!!

Snap!!

Just a child's game

Snap!!

Watching the cards "dancing"
Across a dirty table

Snap!!

This deck is getting
worn and tired

Snap!!

This deck does not want to play
children's games

Snap!!

You've won ... ... ... I've run out of cards

The Eagle

Let me be the feather
On the wing of The Eagle

Souring high above
the darkened clouds

Where the fear of the wind
Becomes a caress

As I know

It is the means

Of my flight..........

For a cherished Uncle

Are you my Father?

Was I conceived in your art?

Did you will me to life
Placing me in the arms of a cherished brother
Leaving me to grow
While you continued on your path

Am I your daughter?

Was I born from the seed of your imagination?

Praying to Allah
Begging him to show you a glimpse
Of another road walked ...... A daughter to call your own

Were your prayers answered?

Did He take a copy of your spirit
Breathing it into my own
Allowing me to grow as a replica.........

The child

born

of your art

Mary-Ann Elizabeth

You own that part of my heart,

The part no man can touch,
The part no child can replace

The part you did not ask for
The part I did not intend to give.

It was yours,
From the moment of my being
The first light inside the womb
Your tiny hand, pressed against the mystery
Your ear, listening for my heartbeat
Whispering to me your dreams
As they travelled through the abyss.

From that moment,
Our souls were connected
Latched, by an invisable thread

Your dreams became my dreams
Your grief, connected to my grief
Your joy, forever my joy

You are my curse...... you are my blessing

You are my weakness....... you are my strength

For years I have tried to escape you
Life chooses our own paths
But the thread is always tugging
Drawing me back to your side

I am trapped....... I am free

Oh my sister, don't you see?!
You will always own that part of my heart

Love

Love

A word that we use every day

But when we say it, do we really mean it?

Love

Such a small, simple word
and yet, I have been told, it carries so much meaning

But what is it?
Are there different forms?
There is the love you have for your mother, your brother, your partner or the stranger you meet on the street.....?
But which is the correct love?

Love

What is true love?
We see the word so often in print
But I want to know the real meaning

There is self-love...
There is love for others...
There is the love you show when others hurt you...
But which love is the correct love??

I am so confused with the word LOVE!
For example, how can you love those who are cruel to you?
How can you love those who wish to humiliate you?
How can you love those who see your weaknesses and use them as a spring board for their benefit?

Love

WHAT IS LOVE?!?!?



Love....... so simple

Yet so hard to do........

My Lord, you descended from Your heveanly throne and became man in order to sacrifice Yourself as an offering to the Father to cleanse me of my sins.

Teach me to love as you loved. Squash my self-love and help me to see the hurt in others, which I am blinded to, when they are hurting me. Teach me to die for them for I know, as you knew, they know not what they do....

I am yours........ help me..........

".... Pray for it is through prayer that you learn how to pray as surely as you can only learn to love by loving....
Read Ecclesiastes 3:1-8 and Psalm 31:7-16 and always return to my belovd Paul's 1st letter to the Corinthians 13:4-8...."

I come from the blood of pride

Yet have been given the knowledge of humility

Lord Jesus, please replace my blood with thy own so I may better serve thee

David Hicks

David Hicks, terrorist supporter!?!?
I am not fully aware of the facts regarding the charges made against David. What really plauges me is if he was an Australian born Lebanese who was found overseas supporting terrorism would they have cared so much about bringing him back home??


Never the less, if you are innocent, welcome back David Hicks.
And if you are guilty, the same applies.

After all, in politics, what does it really matter........

What do you see?

Different children......
Different countries......
Different Lives......

Same innocence......

My Father, Lebanon

Lebanon,
The country I have not smelt, nor touched
The country never really in my thoughts.
The country I was told to love, told to respect
Mechanically praising from the land of my birth.

Lebanon, My Father,
Forever waiting, patiently,
behind your disobedient daughter

I turned my back on you
Prostituted your name,
Claimed another country as my own
While blocking your breeze
Pushing to reach me
Across the changing seas

Lebanon, my beautiful Father
I am now naked, shivering at your feet
Your breeze, once ignored
tortures me
Slashing me with the cries, the fear, the helplessness of your people

My people.....

LEBANON! Ya Bouba*, do you hear me?!

I am sorry, so desperately sorry.

Your disobedient daughter has returned
Your flag has been placed on my naked shoulders
Covering my shame
As I walk through a strangers street, praising your name

"Lebanon, Lebanon, Lebanon"



*'Ya Bouba' means 'Oh My Father' in Arabic.