Anointing

My love is like a spring among the hills whose brimming waters may not be confined, but pour one torrent through the ways that wind down to a garden; there the rose distills its nectar; there a tall, white lily fills night with anointing of two lovers, blind, dumb, deaf, of body, spirit, and of mind from breathless blending of far-sundered wills.

the anointings of Jesus