Poem: “Olivet”

by Stephen Pohl on Jun 02, 2011 in Poetry

Olivet

To Olivet, where psalms were sung
before the kiss of death had stung,
where he had healed with but a touch
the servant’s ear that Peter cut,
the risen Lord returned that day,
gave friends the charge to preach and pray,
then to heaven was lifted up
to set the place where we shall sup.

Stephen Pohl