Margaret.Jabara@banqueaudi.com

Your Soul belongs to the Valley of the Saints; it is dwelling in the house of tomorrow.
Your Heart transcends as an eagle in the blue skies of the Cedar Mountain of majestic posture
Your Thoughts were born with every Cedar seed and were reborn with every Cedar tree; in the Lord's garden upon the Valley of the Saints.
Your Body sways upon the music of the silent nights with moonlight and shooting stars

Your Soul rejoices and feels alive when it dwells in its first birth place and final rest place.
Your Heart belongs to the branches of Cedar trees which grow towards the skies up above with burning ambition, solitude and desire.
Your Body burnt into ashes is to be scattered in the Valley to unite and blend with spring flowers and summer winds.
Your Soul is to rest in the Valley of Death in its long awaited eternal bed of flowers and roses�It is to unite with fragranced and sprinkled ether over the endless horizon.

Your Soul found its true Self dwelling in Cedar Land at a time of painful truth and harmful reality
Your Heart's affections, mind�s thoughts, soul's freedom and body's desires are to die and resurrect in the Valley of the Saints to unite with.

Eternal flowers, white crystal-like snow; with magical stars and moments of silence;
Every summer breeze and winter storm; with newly born mares and horses;
Every night fall and sunset; with every morning dew and evening dusk;
Village cries and laughter; with expressions of love and hatred;
Dashes of happy memories; with flashes of burning passions;
Feelings and desires; with thoughts and aspirations;
Reason and passion; with every truth and lie; with every dream and reality;
Success and failure; with every loyalty and betrayal;
Each road and highway; with mountains and valleys;
Mornings and evenings; with every moment of eternal time.