They say
to start to gives
quality fruits
the olive tree,
must be to
40 years old…
The place is
a difficult,
stony, dry
and often salty…
The olives trees,
Here are near
2000 years old.
And they remember
Jesus, who weep
and pray,
if it possible for Him
to avoid
The Cup of Pain.
Here olives remember
The Betrayal
of the closest people,
who sleep while
He is wake and prays
for everyone!
Olives remember
the insidious police
and the detention of The Savior
in the most humiliating way…
When the wind blows,
they meekly tell
in their own language
and awaken our senses
for that we have remembered
mechanically with the mind…
To empathize and know,
not just to remember,
but to discover meaning…
The place is Holy,
full with
healing energy
and blessed gifts.
The place, where
still echoing
the whisper of the words,
the rustling of
the long white seamless garment
and His steps!
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