Share 'Birds and glory a poem by M.T. Al-Mansouri, Ph.D.'

Darling, how I love you ! In the morning, noon and night. When the trees, flowers and stars become a witness of our love. And the birds sing merrily in  the fields of glory. Creatures pray to God in the  mountain tops , plains and valleys and fluttering around us. There in the peaks, in the mountain peaks in honey bees  are seen anchoring our love. Jerusalem is our glory, our goal and our choice…