Hope Out of Patience
Have you ever seen the beautiful splendor
Of the dignified Palestine Land?
Have you ever wonder why?
Historical Palestine vanishes from the world map?
O dear Palestine, ancient Palestine!
Will never be wiped off the map.
Have you ever experienced the empathy from home expel?
Or hung around your neck
A precious ancient key belongs to your stolen home?
Have you ever felt the bravery,
In those daring charming eyes?
Or sewed the unique cross-stitch
Of the iconic Palestinian embroidered dress?
Or touched the Cactus of Palestinians’ hearts?
Walking on just a ripple of burning hope …
To find a way to live and cope …
Patience becomes the way of life …
The symbol of Palestinians’ strife …
Longing for justice and liberation
Throughout the painful decades of Israeli occupation
Seventy years of the raven Nakba!
Fifty-one years of the dark Naksa!
And twenty-five years of impotent peace talk!
Left Palestinians with nowhere to walk …
Seven harsh decades of the Palestinian cause
Of preserving self-humanity…
And keeping dignity …
In limitless means …
Constantly echoing, ringing, and whispering in the ears …
Palestinians’ Right of Return is a global role
Concerns on the matter of international laws
Should never make the issue closed
Hoping to make the conflict resolved
A two-state solution will definitely work!
For the sake of world’s magnificent love
The hope of peace will rekindle soon from above
Palestine will hug the joyful lyrics of divine Dove.
Marcelle Mansour OAM
Sydney – Australia 17 August 2018
Spiritual Dialogue with Light
Reading my poem of “Spiritual Dialogue with Light” that describes my artworks of “Threshold” light art exhibition, at the Artist’s talk, conducted at Mary MacKillop Museum on 25th February 2015. And on the day of opening Threshold Solo Art Exhibition on 10th December 2014. Please click on the link hear of Al-ghorba to read the poem http://al-ghorba6.blogspot.com.au/2014/12/marcelle-mansours-poem-at-opening-of.html
Marcelle Mansour’s Poem at the Opening of Threshold Art Exhibition
Spiritual Dialogue with Light
Spiritual Dialogue with Light by Marcelle Mansour Sydney 10 December 2014
Ekphrasis Poetry Reading, at Threshold Art Exhibition Opening at Mary MacKillop Place Museum, North Sydney
In the midst of surrounding Light
I contemplate and heartily meditate
In the depth of my inner feelings
I heard whispers of Light
Cover the face of the night
With translucent gauze
Embracing the invisible mystery in the waves of oceans
Opened the Windows of Heaven to the eye of the mind
Who is it? I asked
It must be Sacred Light
That cleared my sight
Here … the Light wondered and asked:
Who are you, my sweetheart?
I answered: I am the Spirit of the Australian Arabian tale
The Light asked me again
Where did you come from my precious pearl?
My senses trembled, shook off the nightmare
And said:
“I came from the occupied Palestinian land of so much pain
Out of the flashing thunder and rain
Out of ancient biblical Gaza
Where transparent gauze is fine
Out of the darkness of 48’ Nakba and Diaspora world
I am the Remnant of successive wars
The victim of permanent wounds.”
Do you hear me Light?
I spend my life searching for love and peace
Looking for healing
The world that suffers
Under malicious materialistic evil power
This is my carved injury showing the world
The depth of the still incurable wound
My pain is so huge to endure
I am tired … exhausted
From the burden of genocide ugly war
I am ashamed of seeing the bloody pool
Of the tortured innocent newly born
I can see you Light … I feel you Noor min Noor “نورٌ من نور”
“Light of Light”
I humbly greet you
I kneel on my knees before the Holy Presence
To open the eyes of blind
To work on people’s mind
To reveal the secrets of hidden truth
To cure the infectious world
I beg you Light
to heal our crying wombs
To save our lives from daily news
Of continuous shocking terror and horror.
The wonder miraculous Light
Replied:
“Here I am my dear
Hold my gentle hands with no fear
I carry you on my merciful wings
Under the lashes in the jewels of my eyes.”
I said to the Light with no fear
Come …come into my heart
Wrap me with Gaza gauze
Burn my soul like a gold
With fire in the furnace of Arab’s alchemy
Sanctify my forehead with Jerusalem’s olive oil
Purify my lungs with crystal transparency
Transfigure my sensual body into a new realm
Transform the core of my heart
Into brand new mankind
Let me look into your Eternal Presence
And whisper in silence into your ears
With every throb of a heartbeat
Teach me how to humanly feel
To love all, just like Mary MacKillop, first Australian Saint
How to rethink mistakes
To forgive and forget wrongs and sins.
Oh!!!
The Mystical Light
Becomes so bright
As white as the angle robe
And pat me with a gentle touch on my shoulder
Bestowed me with a woven golden beams
The Light heard me …whispered back into my ears:
Come …come with me my dear
Come with no worries or fear
To transform ourselves into a new creation
A new existence … A joyful universe
Experience the rebirth!
To become instruments for change
Come to change ourselves… to inspire to respect the other
Come ….To take the world together
To live dual life forever
Where churches bells cuddle
Mosques, temples, and every spiritual cradle
On our lucky land beautiful Australia
Where Earth meats Heaven
At the vanishing point of the horizon
Light’s reflection … conception … perception … Perfection
Come to me … come with me
Hold my hands very tight
Look into the colors of moving Light
International solidarity start
Humanly unite
Drawing … painting… world’s peace with the colors of rainbow Light
Perceiving the Visible in the Invisible
Feeling the Unseen by Heart
Unifying with Immortal
And become eternal
© Marcelle Mansour 10 December 2014 -Sydney – Australia.
Marcelle’s Short Poem in her Arabic Native Language:
تعالوا معاً
مارسيل منصور
سيدني – استراليا 2014
تعالوا نتحول … ونحول
تعالوا نتغير … ونغير
تعالوا نستلهم من شعاع النور السرمدي
نتأمل في عمق خفايا الأسرار المجيدة
نعيد التفكير في الماضي والحاضر
لنكشف عن رؤية جديدة
بمنظار ناصع حديث معاصر
تعالوا …. معا
نعانق جداول المحبة
نوجد إنسانية حميمة
ونعلن ميلاد الحرية و السلام
© Marcelle Mansour 10 December 2014 -Sydney – Australia.
http://al-ghorba6.blogspot.com.au/2014/12/embrace-martin-place-marcelle-mansour.html
Embrace Martin Place
By Marcelle Mansour
20 December 2014
Our Heartfelt Prayers Sent To Beloved Martin Place
To Rejuvenate Life
To Heal The Trauma of Siege And The Wounds Of Horrific Crime
With Colourful Changing Light
To Radiate And Transform The Darkness Of The Night
With Joy, Love, And Peace We Embrace
With Majestic Light To Fill Sydney CBD Vast Face
With Every Flower Laid Out On Martin Place
A Beam Of Wonder Light Will Brighten The Space
© Marcelle Mansour 20 December 2014– Sydney-Australia. www.marcellemansour.com.au
Please click on the link to read the poem
http://al-ghorba6.blogspot.com.au/2014/12/embrace-martin-place-marcelle-mansour.html
This is my tribute to the amazing artist George Gittoes that was presented and read at the event of “An Afternoon with George Gittoes”, which was held at the CPACS Centre at the University of Sydney on On Thursday 12th November 2015
http://al-ghorba6.blogspot.com.au/2015/11/an-afternoon-with-george-gittoes-at.html
Cry Out for
Peace and Freedom for Palestine
By Marcelle Mansour, Thursday 12 November 2015
These unforgettable glorious words
Are so precious and worthy to be voiced
To be heard by all the leaders of the world
What the Australian Artist George Gittoes wrote
When he signed his book for me with his heart of gold
“George Gittoes I Witness “
The extraordinary Artist of Peace and Anti-War
Who documented the history and revealed the truth
Wishing Peace and Freedom for Palestine and All
Marcelle Mansour Thursday 12 November 2015
Thank You, God
By Marcelle Mansour.30 Nov 2015
In the realm of the revered survival
That flooded the heart of infinity spiral
It was that day in my kitchen
When the heat melted the ice like fiction
On Wednesday, November eighteen
Two thousand and fifteen
At five sharp, before the sun went down
While preparing the evening meal began
The NutriBullet blender suddenly swayed
The rubber ring seal came off the blade
Fall out of place and flew in the air
The smoothed spilled, sprayed on tiles spread everywhere
A puddle of silky banana-berry covered the floor
All of a sudden caused me a slipping fall
With steel kettle in my hand tore my forehead
My Injury shockingly horrid
My first memory is a cut with blood splashes on the tiles
My body turned into screaming piles
Muscular burses in both knees and shoulder
A sore arm and a swollen finger
Oh boy, all that I recall?
The ride in the ambulance
The accidence of short walking distance
Hospital, nurses, doctors, how glorious being conscience
Feeling the stitches like dissolving pain
Surviving the fall is a wonderful gain
Saving my soul regain proclaim
Grateful to God sustaining my brain
No missing limb no fracture no ugly burn
Protecting the realm of existing domain
To gracefully ever remain
Of reality aware, remembering the accident with no one to blame
For I believe, I receive, in blessing Jesus Name
Reflect on family and friends with immaculate loved flame
To heal my wound with your touch of holy fire to empower
When the sound of music awaken the songs of guardian angel choir
Rebuke the world of evil satire
For eternal promise will never retire
And the Holy Spirit forever inspire
Championship arena shire
What did Samson in his miraculous birth acquire?
A piece of modest gauze on my frontalis more precious than sapphire
Thank you, Lord, for granting me power
To embrace Metamorphosis for a new beginning of rising birth
Making peace on earth with joyful mirth
Stepping forward and walking miles
For a new life and keeping smiles
Thank you to Father in Heaven I declare
That love and hope defeat despair
Thank you to the infallible Presence of the Greatest Care
Filing the human spirit with the world’s joy to share
Marcelle Mansour 30 Nov 2015
Reading My Poetry at the Writers Centre, Rozelle, 1998
Jerusalem In Search of Peace
