Psalm 52 — Like an Olive Tree
A Kyrielle
Why do you boast in your greed,
Loving evil more than good?
I am like an olive tree
Rooted in the house of God.
Like a razor, sharp and cruel,
Lying with devouring words.
I am like an olive tree
Rooted in the house of God.
God will pluck you out and raze
Land and roots where you once lived.
I am like an olive tree
Rooted in the house of God.
When you trust in wealth and riches,
You’ll become a parody.
I am like an olive tree
Rooted in the house of God.
In the presence of Your saints,
Hold Your Name, for it is good.
I am like an olive tree
Rooted in the house of God.
Esther learned to read when she was four years old, and began writing shortly thereafter. She is a queer Christian poet, crafting with words to create art and music.
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