olive branch

by Elizabeth de Barros

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

 © 2010 Elizabeth DeBarros

For further meditation

Acts 2

Hosea 14:6

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