Monday, March 14, 2022

I'm Grafted into the Olive Tree

 A Poem for Lent...

Grafted In Symbol



except that the sap

which rises

from sturdy old olive roots

flows through the veins

of this grafted branch


I’m not Jewish

except for my flesh

which still shudders

at the Shoah

 (of sisters and brothers

of the natural branch)

and the same root

and swears

I’d have done something...



I’m not Jewish

except for my feet

which have walked

the holy, well-worn pathways

in Eretz Yisrael


except for my fingertips

which pressed petitions

between stones

of the Western Wall


except for my ears

which perk to the cantor’s

chanting of the Shema

the Aaronic Benediction

the Kiddush

over bread and wine


except for my eyes

which look

upon the Lamb,

my Atonement


except for my lips

which chant

ancient baruchas

to HaShem


I’m not Jewish

except for my heart

which bears the cloven mark

of circumcision


and loves Yeshua,

the Jewish Messiah

Who was pierced

for my transgressions

Who shed

His precious Jewish Blood

for me


Maude Carolan

Perfect for Lent...

Maude's book,

"Behold the Lamb...poetically!"

is available online at Amazon and Barnes & Noble.

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