L i f e And L o v e !


Life gives us the period in time but Love,

GivesĀ  the period savor and sweet meanings.

Love raises us to the height of the highest mountain ,

To touch the bright stars and kiss the blue skies.

Enables us to fly free,there is no impossibles,

No provisos, no stops and no boundaries.J.M.Sabbagh

(( Once we let love into our hearts ,we become a new creation to live life a thousand time over.https://mysuccessisyoursuccess.wordpress.com ))

Sweet Talk ! / Pure Honey.


Sweet talk is like branches embracing the skies.

Faithfulness is worth all the earthly treasures and worldly prize..

Keeping in touch is the golden crown of every relationship.

Love is the greatest heavenly gift bestowed on blessed hearts.

Gratitude and appreciation are most effective meansĀ  to build new bridges.

Jalal Michael Sabbagh-https://mysuccessisyoursuccess.wordpress.com

My God Is A Gentle God !


My God is in the morning breeze.
In every baby’s giggles and sweetness

In every mother’s caress,
In every father’s tenderness.

In every brother’s kindness,
In every sister’s grace.
In every friendly embrace.

In the running waters of the brooks,
In the humming of the bird of the skies.

He is generous with his mercy and gifts,
Nurtures us with the beauty of the universe.

He listens ,he answers and understands our complains.
He never points fingers,he always forgives.

He is patient slow in anger ,he never gets upset.
All goodness is in him ,even our shortcoming he accepts.

Jalal Michael Sabbagh.https://mysuccessisyoursuccess.wordpress.com(jmsabbagh86@gmail.com)

C a n A Human Being ?


Give up envy,hate and deceit ?
The core of our so called civilized,
Societies,corruption beside the greed.

Wish his opponent peace when they meet?
Give up narcissism,deviation and cheat?
Help the weak who are in dire need ,
Not to let them be consumed to fleet?

See the hungry painfully starve while ,
The luscious food he enjoys to E a t !

Give up one set of two rules he holds ?
The bitter one he applies on the others,
But for himself he keeps the s w e e t.

Give up partiality toward winning and defeat?
Build a lavish mansion for himself ,
But denies his brother to own a shaky suite.

Give up empty pride falsehood the fading seat?
With kindness and fairness the others treats!

Stop burning the wheat and the weed ?
Its wise to separate the two before igniting the heat.

Give up gossip,critique and ugly swearing ?
The down fall of relations and friendships.
Is he going to change or the voice of reality heed?

(( A human is mere a shadow at sunset.Sooner or later he will wither and fade.Jalal MIchael Sabbagh.http://gravatar.com/jmsabbagh86@gmail.com))

Universal Passport ! / Open Visa.


Sweet words of kindness , love, encouragement, gratitude and appreciation are universal passport.They can conquer , invade and enter every heart.(( Despite the heavenly grace of the free gift of speech there are those who utter poisonous words that wound and hurt the others instead of uttering what can heals , stops the suffering and the pain. Jalal Michael Sabbagh.http://gravatar.com/jmsabbagh86@gmail.com ))

Valentine’s Day Present! / Precious Life.


What should l present you ,
On Valentine’s day my darling ,
Flowers ,chocolates or a teddy bear ?

Should l give you a pearls bracelet ?
I don’t like to see your wrist in confinement !

Should I give you a ruby pendant inlaid ,
With e m e r a l d s and d i a m o n d ?

I have nothing more precious than my life,
“My life.”l pledge my life for you.

(( Wishing everyone happy and a sweet Valentine’s day .May love touches every heart. Jalal Michael Sabbagh.http://gravatar.com/jmsabbagh86@gmail.com ))

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 ))

S w e e t Lady ! / Without You.


Drink with me with your eyes.
Get drunk with me in you mind.
Let me be inflamed by your fire,
By your charm,your fascinating desire.
Promise me what does the moon aspire.
Swear by your fairness if you don’t drink,
To leave me a kiss on your glass brim ,
Before the lovely night expire.
l vow l will never drink again ,
unless you leave me alone and retire.
Drinking is senseless without you being here.
For a bird with broken wing can’t fly any higher .
Believe me my princess l will always ,
Adore your modesty and your glamor.
And for being so secretive l do fondly admire.
((Jalal Michael Sabbagh.http://gravatar.com/jmsabbagh86@gmail.com))