Archive for August 1st, 2006

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Weep, Like a Cedar in Lebanon

August 1, 2006

Revision 8/5/2006

My limbs droop,
violent storms have
raked my branches,
all the wind and fury
strips the bark from my back.

I still stand
rooted in the soil of Lebanon,
the once fruitful earth
turning to ash.

Once I was as lush as a date palm,
tall I stood: proud, righteous, strong.

The coming of night was sudden;
No time was given to seed, to birth.

And so I stand, weeping,
crying for my lost children,
the Sunni, the Shi’ite, the Christian, the Jew,
as I witness my roots failing –
my branches breaking –
my scorched needles wilting –
and my trunk rotting.

I weep, a cedar in Lebanon,
and pray for the coming of spring.

Revision 8/2/2006

My limbs droop,
angry storms have
robbed my branches,
all the wind and fury
strips the bark from my back.

I still stand
rooted in the soil of Lebanon,
the once fruitful earth
turning to ash.

Once I was as lush as a date palm,
tall I stood: proud, righteous, strong.

The coming of this dark night was sudden;
No time was given to seed, to birth.

And so I stand, weeping,
crying for my lost children,
the Sunni, the Shi’ite, the Christian, the Jew,
as I witness my roots failing –
my branches breaking –
my green needles wilting –
and my trunk rotting.

I weep, like a cedar in Lebanon,
and pray for the coming of spring.

Original – 8/1/2006

My leaves droop,
angry storms have taken all the
fruit from my branches,
all the wind and fury
strips the bark from my back.

I still stand
rooted in the soil of Lebanon,
the once vibrant earth
turning to ash.

Once I was as lush as a date palm,
tall I stood: proud, righteous, strong.

But the early breezes beguiled me,
I thought I could withstand the angry wind,
the early howl of winter’s killing freeze
in my land of endless summer.

The coming of this dark night was sudden,
I had no time to seed, to flower, to birth.

And so I stand, weeping,
crying for my lost children,
the Sunni, the Shi’ite, the Christian, the Jew,
as I witness my roots failing –
the earth rejecting them –
my branches breaking –
my leaves wilting –
and my trunk rotting.

I weep, like a cedar in Lebanon,
as I pray for the coming of spring.

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Have You Ever?

August 1, 2006

11/14/1985 (revised and updated 8/1/2006)

Have you ever doused the lights
and really tried to see?
Have you ever just reached out,
and touching nothing, felt?

Have you ever tried to find
yourself among the lost?
Have you ever lived a lifetime
without a moment passing?

Can you find a place between
this moment and the next?
An empty space to fill
with stinging confidence?

Or are we doomed to fail
the passing test of time?
By passing through our day
immune to hidden moments?


I have been away for a long time… Just haven’t had that much to say… But hopefully I’m back now…

Andrew, I miss you.