I deliberately unlaced the dusty sandals
that had him bound to the pious paths.
Those lanes that he’d walked for centuries. . .
within, without, beside and before me.
He longed for a physical/spiritual/eternal release.
Taking the golden chalice, filled with oil
I poured this treasure upon his feet.
I reached tenderly and held them,
then gently lifting those precious soles
into my basin, predestined for him
and set carefully before me.
I slathered the oil generously, while
massaging toes with nimble fingers.
Leaning down and dipping my hair
into the oil designedly and washing
my Lover’s feet. I would soon discover
that age upon age, he’s always been my lover.
I sang canticles of love for him.
It was magical then, the aromas wafting,
melodious harmonies . . . so sweet.
He was relaxing, though a salty tear
ran down his wounded cheek.
I knew that he was special, oh yes,
more so than any other being.
On his way to that known journey,
I felt led to comfort him
from all of his daily troubles.
He had sojourned into my spirit
and stayed . . . and we were serene.
Away from the loud crowds, seeking solace.
And far from those who tugged at him relentlessly.
A time of refreshing, this day,
and now, before it is too late.
I wanted to express my unending Gratitude.
So, leaning down, I let the oil coat and
absorb . . . into my hair, then drip from
my long strands to his feet.
To anoint him and to accept our fate.
© Janet Caldwell July 2, 2012
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