Poetry by Annushka

The Anointing


He came...at the height of my summer
causing the crowds to run and scatter
He said...I was over grown,
that the fruit of my vine was of poisonous matter

He reached... to prune off my wild growth
for nothing in its shadow could simply survive
He touched...causing the vines of vanity,
and the leaves of leprosy in my soul to die

He lifted... the weight of concealment,
exposing the thorns that were starting to grow
He bled...for my thorns were wicked
but He did not give up, so a new life could flow

He arrived...at my roots, my beginnings
He cleansed my existence all the way to the core
He anointed me with His living water
and let me bask in His Light once more


� 2004 Anne Maarit Ghan

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