Trinity of Ink, Chisel & Words

From the spirit of the cedar tree he drew his first breath… On a cold October night filled with the earth’s raging anger and the wrath of heavens his first cries were heard.

His ideas sculpted solid like its wood, his poetry nurtured by the essence of its leaves, his thirst satiated by the water of its roots, and the colors of his deepest dreams blended with the natural beauty of its branches.

On a cold October night filled with the earth’s raging anger and the wrath of heavens his first cries were heard. Rudy Rahmeh was born on that night in 1967 in Bsharri. He was born in a storm and a storm was born in him.

It was not a strange thing for Rudy  the  child   to acquire from the elements of his surroundings  great strength  within his arms and an extremely fertile speed of thoughts , because it is there where the glorious elements of earth  gather the closest to the sky , and it is there where  a  mighty cedar tree  named after the almighty, “ the tree of god” resides.

The Dream