Poem: Grandfather Palestine's Refugee Blessing

Grandfather Palestine's Refugee Blessing*

Bless the hands that picked
The grape leaves
And golden clusters
From the spreading vine
Clinging in a high wire act
Over a flower garden
In Al-Khadura Palestinian
Refugee Camp
Home to a survivor
And his children
Descendants
Of Lifta Village's
Al Nakba
Terror in the night
Days of bloodshed
Rampaging Zionists
Brutalizing pastoral people
Barely escaping
With their lives
And memories
Into a new world
Abandoned
Without rights
Except to return
Holes blasted
Into roofs and floors
Ruined
Ancestral courtyards
Now overrun
With grape vines
Grown wild
Despite Israeli capture
Breezes
Flutter the leaves
Waft the fragrance
Of golden honey grapes
Interlaced with dusty
Sadness
Ghosted reminders
Of Arabic seasons
Idyllic moonlit dreams
A brief visit
Decades later
From this son
Of Lifta Village
Brought back
Golden memories
And honey grapes
To the overcrowded
Impoverished Ramallah
Refugee Camp
Tossed grape seeds
In a camp soil garden
Sprouted
Freely
Took root
Nurtured with love and tears
By the boy grown man who fled
Lifta
Grown old
Tending the tender
Stalk of life
And hope
Now a thick trunk
Overspread with branches
Lyrical with leaves
An arbor of freedom
In the midst of Zionist
Oppression and assault
A green canopy
Shelters and shades
Feeds
Hungry souls and stomachs
Skillful hands
Stuff grape leaves
Wash golden
Honey grapes
Succulents recaptured
As the old man
Climbs the ladder
Trembling with age
To pick the choicest
Morsels and memories
Nourishing refugee souls
Wandering
Hearts longing
To go home