TheBanyanTree: Blessing

[sash]

(An Ash Wednesday commentary on the consistent unwillingness
  of the divine to stay where it belongs.)

I touched my fingertip to the shimering oil.

Fooled by the candle's light, it comes back dripping,
drenched to the knuckle.

The back of my hand, quickly yet somberly annointed,
cannot absorb the flow.

I turn to my palm
  - then my two palms together
    - then my two wrists.

I reached out, in the darkness,
for a ritual dose of God's acceptance and love and
now my hands are sticky with it.

-sash