To this then the poems.
Come forth unannounced
Unaware.
I call them forth, naught.
From whence do the come?
Come forth thence do, they.
To bless, and to share.
Thus,
therapy, could be they?
Share them, do I,
Then.
In hopes to bring forth,
The light.
For all to share.
It was oil, olive,
Then was it, naught.
Together, they nelt,
Together, they prayed.
How does one seek forgiveness,
of the self.
To then hallow, the vulgar, choice.
To remove,
this, then, the pain.
Thus, to bless the oil,
and then the act.
To make this, then, sacred, the choice.
To the moment they shared.
That peace may come,
and the pain,
be no more.
For to remove, is to restore,
and safeguard life.
This then, the choice, he made.
