The Touch Of The Master’s Hand ! / Myra B.Welch.


“Myra Brooks Welch (1877-1953) is considered a brilliant American spiritual poet.This poem of her’s is the most admired and loved.If anyone lets the master touches his life the impossible can happen.l hope those who are searching for answers will find them in this poem.

“Twas battered and scarred,and the auctioneer
Thought it scarcely worth his while
To waste much time on the old violin ,
But held it with a smile .
“What am I bidden good folks”he cried ,
“Who’ll start the bidding for me?’
“A dollar,a dollar “then, two!Only two?
“Two dollars, and who’ll make it three?’
” Three dollars ,once,three dollars twice;
Going for three …………….But no,
From the room ,far back a grey haired man
Came forward and picked up the bow ;
Then ,wiping the dust from the old violin,
And tightening the loose s t r i n i g s ,
He played a melody pure and s w e e t
As a caroling angels …………Sing.

The music ceased ,and the auctioneer,
With a voice that was quit and low ,
Said”What am I bid for the old violin?’
And held it up with the bow .

“A thousand!And who who’ll make it two?”
Two thousand !And who ‘ll make it three?
Three thousand,once three thousand twice;
And g o i n g and g o n e ,”said he.
The people cheered ,but some of them cried,
We do not quite …………….understand
What changed its worth?”Swift came the reply:
“The touch of the M a s t e r ‘ s Hand.”

And many a man with life out of tune,
And battered and scarred with S I N ,
Is auctioned cheap to the thoughtless crowd
Much like the old violin .
A”mess of potage ,” a glass of wine,
A game____ and he travels on.
He is “going ” once ,and going twice,
He’s “going” and almost gone.”
But the Master comes and the foolish crowd
Never can quit U n d e r s t a n d
The worth of a SOUL and the change that’s wrought
By the touch of the Master’s hand.

(( AS long a person can eliminate negativity from his daily life ,he will always see the beautiful ,bright side. Jalal Michael Sabbagh.http://gravatar.com/jmsabbagh86@gmail.com ))

To Hurl Rocks ! / Fruitfulness.


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When l was in college in Baghdad-Iraq, my best friend came to visit me at the student’s center.His face was pale .Immediately l knew from his features,that he was very upset and sad.

l asked him.” What was wrong”?He began to tell me that many of the fellow students are criticizing him harshly and trying very hard to find false faults with his achievements,for no reason.

My friend was an A+ student, very bright, ambitious and decent.He had won many awards from many academies for his unique poems.He kept asking me,”Why,why,why.”?

l answered him .”PEOPLE THROW ROCKS AT A FRUITFUL TREE, BUT THEY NEVER THROW ROCKS AT A FRUITLESS TREE.”

Those who are with unstable mentality ,criticize the SUCCESSFUL  out of jealousy,envy and dismay.Because their innermost torturing them for being failures , for their laziness and their ignorance.IGNORANCE  is a deadly Virus,but some people are infested with it.Their ENVIRONMENT is…

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Heart , Mind And Torment ! / Affection.


Love and affection in the Arabian deserts captivates the deepest human’s senses and desires.Pure ,sweet yet so provocative.Loving a woman transcends even the point of admiration .Infatuated poets depict their passion like the phoenixes trying to reach the threshold of the heaven before they are exhausted ,before death captures their souls and die .Yearning , Love and compassion burn them to ashes yet from the ashes they rise again to their youthfulness .Their souls seem to be in existence as long before the universe was in existence.For as long their hearts beat they perpetually thrive.A poet is like a sparrow , but he doesn’t know how the sparrows live generation after generation ,how they build their nests or how they teach their chicks how to survive.The sparrows are mere wanderers,despite their freedom in the vast skies.The joyous melodic songs they hum to energize themselves to take all challenges of L i f e. The P o e t suffers the agony of loving a woman who doesn’t love him back or foresees his feelings,helplessness,remoteness and his solicitude that cuts like a knife .
My love you are not getting near,
And l can’t get close to you.
l am like a chick in a child’s palm .
He squeezes it between his fingers,
Causing the chick to suffer death’s bitterness.
The child is amused with his game,
Not knowing what he is doing or why.
And the Chick has no feather to set,
Itself f r e e a n d F l y .

((jalal Michael Sabbagh.http://gravatar.com/jmsabbagh86@gmail.com)),

Change Is The Core Of Progress !!!


I dedicate this quote by the great British Author George Bernard Show (1856 – 1950 ) to every Arab thinker,educator and writer .It might help them to reevaluate their Present and plan for the future.((( Progress is impossible without change,and those who can’t change their Minds can’t change anything.)))

(your success is my success and my success is your success..JMS)e.mail.jmsabbagh86@gmail.com.