UNCTION

 

You live your life, you take the blows,
Its deepest wound the blackened bruise
Where sometime roads would trail desire,
And lead down ways we would not choose.

 

God knows I’ve sought the sheltered glade,
Where summer breezes always blow,
But oft I walked the rock strewn path,
And found that place we should not go.

 

I find with age some restful calm,
The bruises fade the scars bleach white,
The road seems straighter, silken smooth,
With once great burdens feather light.

 

I feel the swell of gentle seas,
A barque that brings my soul to rest,
One love to draw my compass home,
One burning passion bold and blessed.

 

Where love is truth and love is fine
Who could deny what truth to bring,
A melody carved hard on stone,
That sets those very stones to sing.

 

For now with love I’m compassed round,
My sea is deep my soul is clean,
There stands no cloud to hide my view,
And naught but death could come between.

 

I feel the very hand of god,
That restful touch that bids me bide,
That sweet caress, enfolding, calm,
That seeks the end to all my pride.

 

God knows I sought the sun kissed way,
But took the knocks and felt the blade,
I walked alone the rock strewn path,
But now I have my sheltered glade.

 

And in this peace I’m bought and blessed,
With love life’s precious haven now,
Anointed for the rest of time,
The oil of grace upon my brow.