Lebanon Beckons

I woke last night just after two.
The breeze pulled the curtain back and forth
And shadows danced on the wall behind my bed.

I imagined mountains covered with green,
Cedars standing tall, majestic and proud
How many times the Old Testament told of them.

I saw steeples peering from town centers.
They drew me in and called me forth to step in
And make a visit, bowing to the Lord within.

A great heritage comes from within these mountains.
People have a story to tell far greater than mine
Yet mine is intertwined with theirs to this day.

I hear a choir of sisters singing from the church.
Their voices rise in unison, a hymn of dark remembrance
Of a history gone by, yet still so fresh in mind.

I hear you, Lebanon, my love, I hear you call.
You beckon with your beauty; with your love and
With mysterious affection that binds me to you forever.

I will come.