Nard…His…
rubbed into my soul
morphs…consistency
easing…to those
out of sight places…
hidden areas…dying of aridity.
Slowly…into these dried
neglected avenues
it migrates…lubricating
crevices of neglect.
This…emulsion’s
tangent scent, spiritual…
transpires…hushing
the vortex in my head.
In a …vision’s instant
I lay upon …His bed…
a rug of serene rest, there…
partaking deity’s treasure chest…
… of miracles.
Looking around,
I pinch myself…
I am still here…functioning
...how profound!
And it’s… all because…
this…so enriching vapor
which levitates, ventilates…
and lines...yet, another day’s path
is duly rendered…
embellishing
the aroma...of
unconditional
everlasting
Love...
Nard…His
JER 31:3,S of S 3:6 & 8:5,HOS 14:5-6,MAT 11:28-30,MK 4:39,EPHES 5:1-2
©jmsbell-1/30/2023
Ron