The third of four short meditations: Blood, Water, Oil and Fire. Each poem provides a different reflection on Advent. Listen, read and reflect.


From ancient stump, olives fruit,
Son of David messiah birthed.
Harvest pressed, virgin beauty flows;

Christ pours oil over my wounds, 
anoints my head with grace and peace,
brings new life to my cankered stump.

© Craig A. Roberts 2020
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