Elaine M. Adams - The Tree of Gethsemane

She stands tall, while Doves nestle in <br />her hair. <br />Gnarled roots grip a rock so bare. <br />An angelic wind whistles through her branches. <br />It's midnight. She shouts out a protective <br />alarm. Her heart wrenches. <br />HE kneels to pray. <br />Hold on. Don't let me go. I'll support you. <br />Wrap your arms around my Olive wood. <br />I'll be your strength. I'll be your armour. <br />I'll lead you to the Ocean. I'll lead you <br />to the shore. <br />You are placed on my barked arms. Secured <br />by heavy iron nails. <br />My trunk enfolds you. <br />My pulp cushions you. <br />My Cross bears your weight. <br />I am THE TREE OF GETHSEMANE.<br /><br />Elaine M. Adams<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem..../the-tree-of-gethsem