Phoenicians- Lebanon’s Epic Heritage

Just released December 2005

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The author, Mr. Sanford Holst has spent 30 years of research working on this book. A donation will be made to charities in Lebanon for every copy sold. Below is the introduction by the author, table of contents and other information about the book. Order your copy and a copy for a friend. This will make a perfect gift for the holidays or for any occasion. The book is excellent and is a must read

The Phoenicians rose to fame on the shores of Lebanon, and became the masters of sea trade around the ancient Mediterranean. They accumulated wealth and knowledge at a fabulous rate, but hid it all from view. Publicly adventurous, highly skilled and diplomatic, they were privately lovers of inspiring art, luxurious homes, and the beauty of nature.

This saga is not just about battles, monuments and papyrus scrolls. It is about flesh and blood people who emerged from the cedars of Lebanon in 6000 BC, experienced the desperation of numerous defeats and the euphoria of many triumphs, and whose descendants still live today. Now, for the first time, read the full story of these remarkable people and the rise of Lebanon.

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Gibran Kahlil Gibran’s “The Prophet”

Gibran Kahlil Gibran’s, 1883 – 1931, “The Prophet”

The coming of the ship
Almustafa, the chosen and the beloved, who was a dawn onto his own day, had waited twelve years in the city of Orphalese for his ship that was to return and bear him back to the isle of his birth.
And in the twelfth year, on the seventh day of Ielool, the month of reaping, he climbed the hill without the city walls and looked seaward; and he beheld the ship coming with the mist.

Then the gates of his heart were flung open, and his joy flew far over the sea. And he closed his eyes and prayed in the silences of his soul.

But he descended the hill, a sadness came upon him, and he thought in his heart:
How shall I go in peace and without sorrow? Nay, not without a wound in the spirit shall I leave this city.

Long were the days of pain I have spent within its walls, and long were the nights of aloneness; and who can depart from his pain and his aloneness without regret?

Too many fragments of the spirit have I scattered in these streets, and too many are the children of my longing that walk naked among these hills, and I cannot withdraw from them without a burden and an ache
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