The Honorable Olive Tree – A Poem by Lilli Reine

Olive Tree Wood in the Moreno Garden – Claude Monet

Poetry by Lilli Reine

I am

stripped, slain

ripped, hewn



hope above waters receding

trough for oxen fodder

cradle under virgin-laden king

mockery on a mountain

blood bank of world grieving

comfort to the lamb

ointment to the soul

food for the marrow

I am

the cross

Honor will ever guard me

About the Poet

Lilli Reine’s laptop whirrs on a leather chair in Ohio, while she anticipates sprawling again on the sand of her native eastern shore. Early-years’ travels, her faith, an inter-racial marriage, and two decades of mentoring young women bolster her depository of thoughts and perspectives.

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