O ye noble Israel, <br />The precious fruit <br />Of Mine olive tree. <br /> <br />It grieves me such, <br />That I might lose thee, <br />For thy branches witherest away. <br /> <br />Though your root is strong, <br />Your leaves but fall <br />And littereth My vineyard floor. <br /> <br />So I shall prune unto Me <br />Ten wholesome branches <br />And scatter them about My vineyard <br /> <br />To grow unto themselves, righteous generations <br />Who shall bring forth sweet fruit <br />To My discerning pallet. <br /> <br />Such it shall be also, <br />That unto those two branches <br />That remaineth with the root <br /> <br />That I shall splice unto them, <br />The branches <br />Of a wild olive tree <br /> <br />Thus to preserve the root and trunk, <br />And, chance also <br />That those gentile generations, <br /> <br />May bring forth <br />Unto Me, <br />A tame sweet yield. <br /> <br />5-14-06<br /><br />~~~ Leaven ~~~<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/olive-branches/
