DIMAS

The First Book

What art thou, are the Holy Scriptures written by the Saints, that these are the messages of God to HIS people.

I beseech thee to understand, to study and to set this in our mind, the words of Our Creator, and for this matter that we learn to know God ourselves.

THE TOWN WANDERER

The Fair Sky of Galilee: Accompanied by the misfortune, that these eyes had not seen the remarkable glimmering color, the sweet smell of those valleys of Mount Carmel. The aromatic scent of your balm exudes by your various trees and flowers, through the caress of your pleasing air, had not touched my bosom.

The Cold Seaside of Jordan:

Your crystal clear spring with its’ refined flow of every stroke of your sparkling current have never moistened my sinful lips.

The Holy Mount of Calvary:

That my feet had never set foot in. This Mount Calvary, that once was drenched by the blood of this God. Oh! the tears of a Virgin!

The Very Old Mount of Olives:

Where you highest peak was once the pedestal of the Nazarene, where He step onto it, from Heaven, “The Paradise.” HE came down through the clouds from Heaven and in an instant were grabbed by the earth, where the humans inhabit this land.

You are the never ending Lebanon Tree. The very first story, the very first tale of history. The most feared shadow of the passing times, the story that kept hidden into your book, forever silent.

And you Baalbek, you are not known to your people, you are prosperous, the prosperity of your rich harvests, your sumptuous and moistened soil have helped your flat lands to rise.

The playful grey hair of our forefather, “Noe,” who ascribed as one on earth, who watched the tragic death of this God in Golgotha, and screamed from that pain, where his outcry through the passing times had slowly diminished and penetrate the deep holes of the abyss.

I was never hold back from my journey, by the sweet smell perfumes of your cedar and the splendid glimmering charm and beauty of your fettered mountains, but just to watch you from a distance of the charming prairie of Zakle. (Zahle Lebanon).

And you, the Queen of Asia, your steep mountains of Sabino, where your peak always hides from that blue sky, always covered by the snow. My clothes were never soaked and my eyes never get moted by your wet dusts carried by the wind from the hillside, where it’s all white by the sunset.

I never had the opportunity to see you, Oh! beautiful and charming Palestine. My eyes had never seen those wilderness, the desert of Zabulon where the sweet fragrance of your flower Violets spreads all over. I am so envious of those famous christian travelers that go abroad and went around the surrounding lands, where the twelve tribes dwell, from Mount Hermon through the torrent of Egypt. From those fettered mountains bind together, the Mount of Galaad through the rough river that flows into the sea west. The story of your fatherland, your town where I always look at and read about from a book, since my tongue had learned how to hook these letters, and words, to form a beautiful sentence.

But; Oh!…..whatever happened to the great great grandchildren of Abraham and Jacob? The country of Israel?……..such intelligent people, very brave, where the prophets are originated from this lineage. These clan that praises the name of their leaders, where are they now? Which and where is their town? Where the Son of God was born in their midst, and the blood of this “God,” which they shed were situated on their head like a curse, where it drive them into this chaotic world, like those oscillating hays, were carried away everywhere by the strong wind, blasts by this tempest storm.

The Romans. Romans the Ram, destroyed those stable and well-built city, but the successful and sharp sons and daughters of Tiber were the ones’ who cut-off their throats. The most feared persona, the shadow of his cruelty, the temperament of Vespian (Roman Military Commander); of Tito (Town in Italy; Province of Polenza-in the Southern Italian Region of Basilicata); is still circling around at the upper surface of Jerusalem, where he was killed and destroyed. Soaked by his own blood, he was known of his cruelty of not to let you sleep and will give you the tears of mourning and shame especially to those children of the Maccabee.

The accurate prediction of time, the signs of the time, the time clock that predicted by the prophets are now being fulfilled.

Those Eagles and the Crows, nesting at the crevice from the stone of Lebanon, they are obedient at Gods’ command. They fly around, across the plain of this cursed town. Their sharp beak and sharp nails are the savor of their carnals, of those who killed our God. Those who killed our “God” were saved by the horror of their tragic death, but never had the chance to give their children their inheritance, but only the never ending curse for their children and contempt, a vagabond life until the end of time.

To be continued………