All of the Wise Journey

In my nighttime winter wander
toward the radiant Word becoming
anoint me, star bright God,
with the oil of gladness.
let it not be with only a little.

And, oh more than please,
I want to feel it
seep and smooth
into my veins, my heart, my joints
that I might speak with ease of Glory;
that I might kneel in awe
at the close of a luminous journey,
burning within at the wonder
of what I have become
and what I will then behold.

Kimberly M. King, rscj