Smear across me
Blur my features
Under holy oil
So that I shine
With healing
Saturated with
Grace upon grace
Make me lustrous
Even though I ache
Make me shine
Until I laugh
In the mess
That is clean
And truly blessed
Spilling, sliding down
Tears and olive’s oil
Mixed with mascara
As you touch
What you have
Broken apart
So completely
That the fault lines
Are still crumbling
Revealing themselves
Unexpectedly
Soothe over
The injury
Your injury
Let the oil
Trace a path
Where flesh & soul
Will find their way
To meet in healing
Once again.
