Maria Teresa Diamante Fayyad

To the Children of Qatar

In the land of golden sun

I walk on pearly white soil and soak in pristine blue water,

watching palms sway to the rhythm of dunes song.

Mesmerized in the meadow as balmy breeze swirl,

from afar chariots of the sea sail to sunset.

When night falls,

incense soothing my nostril, quietness surrounds,

I gaze at jewels in the sky as I bid the day.

At dawn,

stunning ball of light rises once more

and the glory of almighty creation will unfold.

My thirst,

a goblet of aroma will quench then

amidst our kin to feast on season's harvest

What grace this is?

A sanctuary plentiful and serene.

I ask no more, not treasure in silver platter

for I am here in this land . . .

my own!