Ever since I can remember, I have had an awareness of God. He has always been at the centre of my life. He was always in the air I breathed.I also wanted to help others find faith. I’ve always had this kind of desire to serve God and help others find Him even from a young age. One early ambition was to be a missionary! I have no idea where that came from other than God Himself.
Mar Sabba Dotting the wilderness of the Judean Desert hanging dramatically down the cliff edge of a deep ravine Mar Saba stands imperiously, overlooking the Kidron Valley Despite the restriction on women entering the main compound, I feel an impalpable presence here at the Women’s Tower Hopefully, I know this unique sentiment won’t be taken by Crusaders, No gesture of good will justify the unjustifiable looting Mar Sabba will not remain in Italy, the gross injustices he’ll rectify Back to the Holy Land, his relics the glory of God will signify The poem is based on the miraculous return of the relics of Saint Savvas the Sanctified
Nahal Prat In a deep and narrow gorge the wadi winds its tortuous course in a cliff face pocked with caves monks ensconced in steep enclaves. Elijah was fed by ravens praised the Lord, beheld the heavens Down a steep and winding path What good is being a polymath? Nahal Prat a holy place I feel God's serene embrace past are now my life's transgressions I embrace my sins as lessons.