When gold comes out of the kiln its pure.then man forms it into precious and unique jewelry . The kiln of our relations are the trials,the arguments,the temptations and the miscommunications which bring us closer to understand and appreciate each other.The loving Lord always helps those who never give up or surrender.J.M.Sabbagh – https://mysuccessisyoursuccess.wordpress.com
Love and kisses are the essential food ,
To nourish body,soul and to extend life.
A person not on bread alone can be alive .
But on words of kindness he does thrive.
The waves of the oceans kisses the shores,
Like a lion ,when he is satisfied loudly roars.
An Orchestra ,to play a symphony needs a fife,
A fisherman to catch fishes he needs a sail.
But a prophet should never need a wife.
He ought to be pure,holy,fair and rife.
Not to promote deceit,lust and genocides,
Entices hate,anger with the sword and knife
A prophet ought to be a humble messenger ,
Of peace,equality,justice and h a r m o n y .
Not to hail for war,division and empty pride,
Delusions,hypocrisy and bloody s t r i f e .
((Multitudes have fallen by the sword,but not as many who were fallen by a deceitful t o n g u e ))Jalal Michael Sabbagh.http://firstname.lastname@example.org
“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://email@example.com ))