Abandoned Victorian Style Greenhouse, Villa Maria, in northern Italy near Lake Como. Photo taken in 1985 by Friedhelm Thomas

Madinat-al Salam,
City of peace,
Love in the soul of writing.

Baghdad my wound,
My father the working man died without knowing joy,
My mother mislaid her youth in the mirror
And the only witness to my first grief on your breast
Is the breath of the sand,
The starry sky and God’s gaze on the call to prayer.

I wished so much today that man had never discovered fire
And cursed it to advance so much in its own din.
This soil that gave birth to me, today put to death.
Oh mother! I want to return inside your flesh
To hear the beating of your heart,

To quench my thirst in the murmur of your breath.


— salah al-hamdani, from baghdad, mon amour (via cityofbaghdad)

(via taboulionmymind)

"More often than not, it is what you are rather than what you say that will bring an unbeliever to Christ. This, then, is the ultimate apologetic. For the ultimate apologetic is: your life."

— William Lane Craig (via athenagracee)

(via community4christ)


 The Bike Shed

"When your heart is broken you plant seeds in the cracks and you pray for rain."

— Andrea Gibson (via h-o-r-n-g-r-y)

(Source: psych-facts, via h-o-r-n-g-r-y)