Poetry by Lilli Reine
I am
stripped, slain
ripped, hewn
erected
offering
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.
Vita Brevis Press. 
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!