We are touched by the same oil
Inhale the same fragrance.
Your life, my life,
Your death, my death.
Our silken substance,
warm skin,
a tender hand,
salt tears of grief and grace
unite us all.
(Catherine Smith)
I can't stop thinking about the anointing story, the various versions of the one essence of prophecy and presence. The visceral preparation and accompaniment for all, in all that was to come. The silken substance of our physical bodies so expressed. The Love.
Matthew 26:1-5; Luke 22: 1-2; or John 11:45-33 You can look them up here.
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