My mountain My mountain My poor, dear mountain, How I weep for you! You who bowed under The feet of Our Lord. You who lifted up Moses and Elijah. You who witnessed the Transfigured Christ and Sheltered the Apostles, Who could not bear His light. I wail for our people. These children of Abraham Who suffer and hate.... As much as they love and celebrate. How do I know? I see it. I hear it. I live it. I will not forget that birthday When I set my eyes on you. After 3 days A tomb

Despite the inevitable self-aggrandizement that comes at the beginning of a new administration, and the self-congratulations that come at the end, the world has yet to see the kind of long-lasting, U.S.-brokered political change in the Holy Land that will realistically assure either the Palestinians or the Israelis the security to live their lives and to worship God without fear. And while the internal socio-political and religious realities in Lebanon, Syria, Iraq, and Iran