Chrism on Linen

Seeking that Neighborhood Oil in the Metroplex

Warming Slowly at Morning’s Showing
before
Going Strolling in my Only Clothing
and
Rolling Lowly while Sewing Knowingly
when
Lo and Behold
the
Glowing Golden-Rosen Chrism Flowing
upon
Floating Closen-Woven Linen Blowing
and
Bestowing a Chosen and Most Holy Emboldening
upon
a Growing Olden Soul Unfolding in his Goldening

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