From: Franklin Wayne Poley 
Subject: SNET: [FP] A symphony of LOve (fwd)
Date: 15 Oct 2000 15:25:40 -0400
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Date: Sun, 15 Oct 2000 01:30:12 GMT
From: Thameen Derbi 
Reply-To: freepalestine@egroups.com
To: thameen@hotmail.com
Subject: [FP] A symphony of LOve

The olives are full term pregnant of golden oil and rosy dreams. We are 
frightened. Some armed people may attack us from behind the mountain. They 
came from a foreign place that we do not know, speaking a foreign language 
that we dot understand. We are anxious and alert. The soldiers may shoot any 
time, as we do not know when they feel threatened. We are also tired and 
exhausted, as our tiny village has been closed for the second week, with no 
water or flour. We are heart-broken, the blood of our children and men is 
still glistening on the roads. We are tired and anxious and scared and heart 
broken, but the olives are golden green, tempting like a beautiful woman. 
Our olives are also tired and scared, its time for us to meet.

It is dawn, and the sunset from behind the Palestinian hills is so 
magnificent, so majestic and glorious. It fills my eyes with tears, as its 
romantic rays wash my soul with kisses. I walk with my people to our olive 
fields, simple clothes, simple tools, and simple joys. Our voices and broken 
laughter mix with the music of the trees, flowers, breezes, birds and 
butterflies. I want to take a deeper breath, I want to press my foot deeper 
in the soil, I want to look deeper at the transforming shades around me. I'm 
born a child again. A child running to his olive field, climbing this tree 
and jumping off that hill. A child in a dream of olives, lilies, green 
fields and hearts full of love. A Palestinian dream.

How beautiful looking at our olive trees, as old as history, as strong as 
truth. How sweet touching their branches, smiling and giving. How joyful 
feeling the olives stroking your hand, smooth and dear. How wonderful 
joining this celebration of smiles and songs, hands and branches, kids and 
elderly, men and women, green, brown, golden, blue and every other color. No 
more in a siege we are, we are free, diving deep into our memories, roots, 
and simple joys, flying high into our skies, dreams and aspirations. We run 
from one tree to another, climbing, jumping, singing, teasing, and watching 
our sacs getting bigger. Whenever we fill a sac we make a party and scream 
wildly. And whenever we look at the olive trees we laugh, now deep and real. 
And whenever they look at us, they laugh, deep and real and warm.

No more tired we are, no more hungry or thirsty. No more besieged. We forgot 
about the tanks in the roads, and about the soldiers with scary guns. We are 
safe among our trees. No more scared we are. Our land loves us, our trees 
do, and we no more care about the foreigners behind the mountain. .No more 
lonely were are, our grandmother and grandfather watch us with ultimate 
satisfaction. Happy watching their trees , sons and daughters come together. 
No more heart broken, our passing children and men are looking at us, no 
blood on their wounds, no agony, like the pure spring lilies they arise from 
every where to join us. The passing smiles of five thousand years fly around 
us, all in love and peace.


The pile of olives is getting bigger and bigger, I like to smell it, pull my 
trousers up and walk in it. It tingles, my brothers join me and we dance. 
Tomorrow we will go squeeze our olives in the nearby village. Mother is 
preparing the jars to be filled, and father is filling the sacs, both trying 
to hide their joy. We will find a way to go around the tanks and checkpoints 
on the road. If they stop us, then we will carry our olives sac by sac, or 
even olive by olive. We don't care if they shoot at us, but will care not to 
drop one olive. We will not forget to take with us hot bread, as blessed he 
who eats bread soaked with the first drops of the golden oil. It will taste 
a little bitter, but we will store it in the old jars, and soon it will turn 
golden bright.

No more tired or scared we are, but longing for peace and thirsty for love. 
Oh God, you are the one who gave us faith when we needed it so much, and the 
you are the one who held us up, never let us fall., give us your love and 
peace, and give us the courage to spread them, please.

Thameen Darby
Thameen@hotmail.com

*******Please pray for the peace in Palestine, and pass this message for 
every person you know and ask him to pray for peace and love in this 
land********








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