A poem by Konna Thompson

Father,
You are the diffuser
that I don’t need to switch on
all I need to do
is ask
and receive your aromatherapy

which is not simply a pleasant scent
that merely calms my nervous system
but saturates my soul
your spirit is gentle
yet is a highly concentrated
fragrance of love

please don’t refrain
from pouring your purest oil
on my head
please don’t let my hands
become too soft
please make my feet walk worthy
of the calling I receive

I receive your b r e a t h
of life
I want to inhale your aroma
and for my bloodstream
to be infused by you
every cell carrying your DNA
so that I can leave a scent of Jesus
wherever I go

Anoint me