Brian Strand Poet Blank verse

Jealousy

When will the olive tree be free,
its ancient roots,gnarled,twisted
earth-deep into its promised land,
stubbornly ignores its history;
With nectar,embittered and sour
the branches break off,with no bud
the unleafed tree provides no shade,
its verdant green,a dormant brown;
And yet the covenant remains,
the gardener and husbandry
daily engraft shoots with new life-
soon,will the olive tree,be free.

Fuller story at Romans 11

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Linda-Marie Sweetheart February 22, 2010 at 8:43 AM Awesome reference with words to inspire Brian.. superb title to reflect content.. luv.. Linda-Marie..

Caroline Cécile Delacroix February 20, 2010 at 4:43 PM It will. We are like the olive trees. God keeps giving, more and more will respond. It's our destiny. A great write, Brian. Very inspiring! Thanks for sharing and thank you for reading my poetry and offering challenge for us poetry writers. Best wishes, Caroline.