What Makes Me Myself Rather Than Anyone

In My Prayers, I Want To Say: Lord, Don’t Be Far From Me, And Also Don’t Come Too Close. Let Me Contemplate The Stars On The Texture Of Your Cloth, But Don’t Unveil Your Face To Me. Allow Me To Hear The Rivers That You Send Running, But Lord! Lord! Don’t Allow Me Hearing Your Voice

During My Youth, The Idea Of Moving From Lebanon Was Unthinkable. Then I Began To Realise I Might Have To Go, Like My Grandfather, Uncles And Others Who Left For America, Egypt, Australia, Cuba.

Isn't It A Characteristic Of The Age We Live In That It Has Made Everyone In A Way A Migrant And A Member Of A Minority?

Let Us Thank God For Having Made Us This Gift Of Death, So That Life Is To Have Meaning; Of Night, That Day Is To Have Meaning; Silence, That Speech Is To Have Meaning; Illness, That Health Is To Have Meaning; War, That Peace Is To Have Meaning. Let Us Give Thanks To Him For Having Given Us Weariness And Pain, So That Rest And Joy Are To Have Meaning. Let Us Give Thanks To Him, Whose Wisdom Is Infinite.

How Do I Pray? I Study A Rose, I Count The Stars, I Marvel At The Beauty Of Creation And How Perfectly Ordered It Is, At Man, The Most Beautiful Work Of The Creator, His Brain Thirsting For Knowledge, His Heart For Love, And His Senses, All His Senses Alert Or Gratified.