Tasting an Olive
By paborama
Mon, 02 Oct 2017
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Aged 7 and he, our teacher, had been abroad to the Holy Land,
Amongst the olive groves he told us he had stayed.
And then, to our delight he brought us
A bowl of olives he had saved.
They sat there green and shining, like the branch in Jesus' Hand
Amongst the olive groves of Jacob as he prayed.
And then to our delight he let us
See the fruit that he had saved.
As one we crowded round him: he the farmer, we his hands.
One by one we took an olive, to be savoured,
And then to our delight he bade us
Taste the fruit that he had saved.
With bitter skin and salty flesh, Of dusty fields and people tanned,
That first olive, strangely flavoured.
To our delight there he woke us
With the fruit that he had saved.
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