This Sunday I am planning to have a blessing service as part of the morning worship service. It reminded me of when I was last anointed and blessed. After the service, I wrote this poem.
Faithful pilgrims with oily brows
following as best we can the
footsteps of Christ.
Fearful people with songs of praise
stuck in dry throats
hoping God doesn't notice.
Weary travelers seeking a safe place for rest,
come to the harbor of God's friendship.
God responds to the faithful,
the fearful, and the weary with open arms
and a heart full of divine grace and love.
I hope this poem blessings your journey of faith.