ANOINTING OIL

I stepped forward
And the oil was rubbed on my forehead
More like drawn
In a cross, it did not come alone
It was accompanied by the line
“In the name of the father, the son and the holy ghost”
That was when the alter call was made

Next thing I knew
We were headed for 143 Oak Street
For dining and some comfort
Little did I know?
We picked a mighty squabble
Even over which path to take at the crossroads
“Oh not so soon after leaving a holy ground?”
A popular quote from me
In times like these

And then we got to the dining table
The delicacies were awesome
But conversation was painful
Only a continuation of the bone picked in the car
Then questions like these were asked
In the closure of my mind
“On a blessed Sunday afternoon too?
Or should I call it an anointed one?”

Then night came
But sleep did not come as easily
As did the time for it
Then I heard a voice
It was confronting
It was interrogating
It was from deep inside me

It told me a lot
And too, made many inquiries from me
About the dead dogs I have dragged behind me
And the dead bodies I have revived
And about the stagnant water bodies in my life
From many many years ago

And it said
That I should stop moving my life
Like a wooden rocking boat
That just like a controlling wind does to a sailing boat
It will guide me through

My thoughts were provoked
Then I realized how vulnerable I was
To my flesh and its tendency to wander
And I thought
“If only I could keep sitting, rooted at the cross
My anointing will be renewed by the seconds
And daily too”

So I replied to the voice
“It is my desire
To reach another level
Or let me say, a deeper depth
Of my love for him”

It said to me
“The anointing oil is only a symbol
But being truly anointed on the inside
Surely is a different way to be saved
And to conquer all”

Immediately, I felt a burden melting down my spine!



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~Poem by Trudy-Elsie

03/08/10

6:07am