“I have seen many things over the course of days. A true vine whose branches do not whither.

If a day is likened to a thousand years and a thousand years as a day…then I would be considered the ancient of witnesses. A mirror image unto the Ancient of Days, He Who Is outside of Time and expands across the Eternal.

My testimony is like the rocks that cry out for the atrocities, unforeseen circumstances for those with no oil in their lamps. Yet, strength girded for the survivors of the endurance, whom with oil followed in The Way – lit & flickering in the distance.

Fleeing can be seen from their land of origin…a stark contrast from the journey to milk & honey.

Perpetual patterns caused the trickle-down effect of pertual hatred. A taunting song among the nations. Yes, I’ve seen the turbulence of many winds, and waves. I have seen the lush savannah turn to desolate lands where jackals roam.

I will stand as the Restoration begins….the waking of the springs of water devours the dry land and the time of the cleft rock concludes.

~ Indeed, I am The Olive Tree