Sonnet of The Two Olive Trees

You must know I would have taken nothing
To me you are perfect, your every word
Though understanding nought a weighty thing
Here roots set down, yet in the silence heard

I propose we plant these seeds together
Treading softly as unexpected turn
Worry not today of scale or feather
Let's grow olive trees, for mercy we yearn

Swords and pride could be ours to set aside
Though I would not claim here the role of judge
That which God has built is where I reside
"Evermore I hope" I say with a nudge

Offer a wave, 'tis harvest, Thanksgiving!
Where now? Christmas Town! Land of the living.

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