olive branch
by Elizabeth DeBarros
The olives were in bloom
when I carried the cross
My feet
labored
for every step
sweat poured down
♦
My eyes
lifted
up:
My God will not forsake Me
He will not abandon Me to the grave—
He will lift Me up,
I will be exalted for all to see.
♦
First crush
upon the tree
skins split open—
pouring oil
from on high.
♦
Wait
Trust
Receive
Elizabeth DeBarros © 2010
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How simple, how beautiful and well said, Elizabeth. Thank you for this thought today!
Exquisite! Thank you.
Another gem. Lovely. Thanks for sharing your oil.