Fig Tree Poem by NikiAlex Zander

Stories We tell in the peace and shade of My Old Fig Tree.
Stories of Ancient Willows by the stream or of white calfs of 'Carved Ivory'
As the Leopard creeps up on its prey, to kill unseen,
So will the 'Shepard Boy', soon become Israels King.

666 is the sign You will see. That is the way We shall go, You and Me.
It is called 'The Dead Sea', its waters are infested,
You drink too much, You will become infected.

What did They bring? Mint, Cummin, and Dill?
Please thank them for Me and be careful, not to spill.
You may see some ripe figs while You are there,
Wrap some in leaves, so We can share.
If You see a 'Madonna Lily' please bring one to Me.
They are so bright and pretty, as You will soon see.

Nicodemus has the Myrrh, His path is very clear.
Everything is in Gods plan, as You will soon hear.
Only Jews can go past into the Churches courtyard here.
It is forbidden, if You go, You will die from fear.

An Ossuary is the one box, I will not need.
Believe in My words, I say 'Take Heed'.
The 'Low Doorway, Tombs of The Kings', is not for Me.
Honesty, Justice, and Mercy, will set Your Soul Free.