Olive Tree


Olive tree come stand by me
So I may share your peace,
Lean against your trunk,
Hide beneath your shade,
And can I take a piece of you
To keep for memories?
Maybe a leaf, or two, a twig,
Perhaps a branch?
To guide me in your wisdom and your power,
And stay with me forever and a day?

Your top leaf green tells me my life is good,
The silver underside that I am rich,
For all you have to offer
Is more beyond compare
Than any mortal pleasure
That I may find down here.


The olive branch was often a symbol of abundance and peace.
The leafy branches of the olive tree were ritually offered to deities and
powerful figures as emblems of benediction and purification, and they
were used to crown the victors of friendly games and bloody wars.
Today, olive oil is still used in many religious ceremonies. Over the years,
the olive has been the symbol of peace, wisdom, fertility, power and purity.


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Minstrel Paths – NaPoWriMo Day 10

Then wand’ring minstrels came to me,
Fleet of foot and fancy free,
Took my breath, my life, my way,
Stole my lady far that day.

Sang and danced and all made merry,
Drank the wine and drained the sherry,
Delved beneath my steadfast way,
Shook foundations, made pillars sway.

Long held beliefs toppled through their sieve,
Ways of living disrupt they did,
Held me down, yet let me go,
Wrapped me in their way, their show.

Freed me from my lifelong chains,
Took the binds and cut the reins,
Freedom burst upon my soul,
All light and love and Go! Go! Go!

So moving with them at their pace,
Accepting that there is no race,
Flowing with the streams of light,
Into moments shining bright.

Finding new paths opening up,
Meandering trails with buttercup,
All leading home with choices rife,
Returning us to the source of life.

Collecting all experience gathered,
Refining essence, purity balanced,
Light and love surrounding all,
Please release your perceptions tall.

Step into the new found day,
Different, each, their special way,
To take us home, our tales to tell,
In one big swirl our history gel.