A Sonnet on Anointing
The moon in fullness smiles upon the night,
Among the darkened trees a glimmer shines,
In pleasant places are the boundary lines,
Along the shadowed lane Epiphany’s light.
We’re welcomed in with grace and warmth and tea,
To ponder pains of partings, loss and grief,
To bear another’s burdens brings relief,
We’re lightened singing confitemini.
With invocations, candlelight and song,
The oil of gladness brightening our hearts,
Anointing flows from heaven’s healing arts,
From Bethlehem we join the festive throng.
Your cross and passion Christ to us you bring
Eternal life and healing love to sing.
~David Robinson, January 21, 2011