Take a road
To the old
Olive tree.
In the city
Of God
It has seen
Two millennium of
Seasons
And more.
It has borne
Many fruits
Born of peace
Lost to war.
It allowed countless branches
Be shaken
Come harvest.
Its gifts of
Ripe ovals
Olive branch,
Nourished life
Lighted shores
Hallowed faith, custom, lore.
Take a road
To the old
Tree of yore
Still within us.
In its gnarled trunk
A history
Written in
Well-bent rings
Wrought in
Famine and drought
Rain and flood
Hope and blood.
Take a road to
The old tree that still stands
In a sacred
Scarred city
Named for sighting a peace.
It awaits
Patient and life-lived-long hollowed
To awake
One true day
To a lasting glow
Of eternal Hello.