"The Olive Tree" poem by Elizabeth Mason
In quiet contemplation I sit beneath a canopy of silver leaves,
searching for a moment of tranquillity and peace.
Above me a myriad of precious jewels are ripening in the sun,
inviting me to stay and fix my silent gaze upon.
I close my eyes and speak to my creator through my prayers,
His holy presence capturing all worries, doubts and cares.
Resting by this tree that bears the scars of nature’s sufferings,
I sense its boughs enfolding me in love and humble offerings.
These verdant fruits are but a symbol of the gifts we may receive,
when we cry ‘Abba Father’, as the spirit intercedes.
Romans 8 v15 & 26