Sara Kendrick Poet I do not know?

Olive of Gethsemane

2009 year old olive tree
There in the garden of Gethsemane
Close by him did you hear him pray
As sweat drops of blood
Poured down his loving face

Did you feel the torches
As the soldiers entered the place
Did you feel the kiss of Judas Iscariot
Placed upon his tear stained face
Did his mighty breath brush against your leaves

Over the short life that he lived
How many times did you hear him pray
How oft did he come to the garden to stay
In your hollow are his words stored
Could I visit and be restored?

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Anne Linington October 15, 2009 at 11:43 PM I enjoyed reading this one- very creative and imaginative taking you to the scene. Would you like to read my poem "The Carpenter"?

Abraham L October 11, 2009 at 12:05 AM Very good, and very well presented. some sober truths in this poem as well. thanks again for your comments as well.

Isa Mahrie October 9, 2009 at 5:38 AM wow Sara i love this one ...... mostly all of the stanza .... hmm hard to pick the favorite yet the first stanza and extremely interesting last line :)

Jared Pickett October 8, 2009 at 11:21 AM Interesting write... Good, kept my attention.....:JP]

Doris Culverhouse October 7, 2009 at 5:54 PM nicley penned

P Sheart October 7, 2009 at 1:26 PM Ah, I sure can feel the pain in this awesome poem Sara. Interesting thoughts within each line. Keep writing! Love Light Truth Patty