Poem: “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


About Author

Stephen Pohl writes from Baltimore where he lives with his wife. They are members of St. Joseph Monastery Parish. His poetry and articles have appeared on the web and in regional and national magazines and newspapers. email him at smpohl (at) juno.com or visit his poetry blog at http://emmausroaddisciples.blogspot.com

  • Sue Ann

    Beautiful poem, short, tight and meaningful.