Poetry by Lilli Reine
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
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.
Beautiful picture and sentiment!
Thank you. I’m happy you enjoyed it.
I love this poetic honor to the humble olive tree. It touched the soul of this preacher’s son.
Thanks, Walt. Yes, it was birthed from the heart of this preacher’s granddaughter.
I had a hunch 😊
I can see many spiritual references in this piece. Just like Walt, had an inkling they were intentional. Very well-written, had a nice flow to it.
Thank you, Susi. I appreciate your words.
You are very welcome, Lilli!