Sara Kendrick Poet Rhyme

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The Olive Tree

In this new century of our Lord
The gardener planted the young tree 
Placed in garden of Gethsemane 
An olive to the knee

Around two thousand years have passed
A beaten path close by
Each word the Olive tucks away
Within its heart with sighs

When Jesus was just a small boy
He would come some to play
His tender hand caressed its limbs
Alluring light display

Twenty-one years passed swiftly by
When He came once again
Deep in prayer to His Father
Then said a soft Amen

Most times He came to the garden
He touched my bark and roots
Once He cried tears with sweat of blood
Not heard by His recruits

A crowd of soldiers came for Him
They lead Him fast away
Out of my presence departed
In my heart ever stay

Some rumors that they crucified Him
Twisted my trunk and heart
My heart longs for His tender touch
He'll come to not depart

The disciples in great fear came
Whispering in great shame
Their leader lies in the cold tomb
His name being defamed

On Sunday morn the two Marys
By the olive tree came
Joyous excitement jubilation
Jesus lives~ proclaim

Written: April 01, 2015
A story written based on truth

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Poet Destroyer A April 18, 2015 at 2:10 PM Sara, Congratulation on your win in Isaiah's "Resurrection of Christ" contest. Always ~LINDA~

Sandra Haight April 7, 2015 at 8:04 PM Such a wonderfully, inspiring poem, Sara. Congratulations on your nice win! Hugs, Sandra

Eve Roper April 7, 2015 at 6:39 PM Congratulations on the wonderful win and a 7. Blessings dear friend Eve

Monterey Sirak April 4, 2015 at 8:02 AM Wonderfully inspiring! Love the image of the olive tree tucking his words away and sighing at a touch.

Constance La France April 4, 2015 at 12:18 AM Sara, thanks for sharing this beautiful story with your perfect pen, 7, it is a sad day for those of us who believe and thanks for visiting my poetry

Hannington Mumo April 2, 2015 at 1:23 AM Please, can I call you 'the mother of modern English hymnody'? Great composition. And I think this can be sung by some gifted tongue out there. So worthy of the author and the Easter mood...

Dr. Upma A. Sharma April 1, 2015 at 10:42 PM Love how u did this for the theme so differently Sara! Trees do have a soul n a feeling that's what i believe,, but they can't logically think ! Best wishes!

Andrea Dietrich April 1, 2015 at 6:12 PM Great personification of this tree that has experienced so much! CAn you imagine if trees really did have feelings and could talk to us!! IS this for Isaiah's contest. It is nicely done.