Naï

Welcome to our home, Naï. Welcome, O pretty one who has followed her two siblings in getting born. Life did not allow us to rejoice in welcoming you in the faraway country. I am welcoming you from afar. I am writing these lines for you. I hope, when you read them, that you will say that there is a priest who loves me and has left me a legacy that life consists of acceptance. Excuse us! The politics of your country Lebanon has implanted in us that it is a renounceable country. All those in our circle know that “I want to love you face to face”. This is a word that your sister had said to me on the visit of last summer. Literally she said: "I want to live with you face to face”! I am borrowing the word, first for its eloquence, then to show you that, for as long as I am alive, I am steadfast in waiting for you, free from the ignorance of those who want us outside our country, whoever they are or whatever their position in it is. I am waiting for you, then. I want you to play, before my eyes, songs of joy. I want you to prove, on the soil of Lebanon, that the end of sorrows is a residing Pascha.