Love's Ointment

Love is an ointment,
Waxed pure and white.
That flows like soft satin,
And runs out of sight.

It soothes to the core,
And enhances every part.
Then nestles in warmth,
Close to the heart.

It does not become cold,
Nor grows tainted in rust.
But always in splendor,
It foams over in trust.

And makes life worth living,
On a clearly marked route.
No blockages of deception,
Will ever creep out.

For love is an ointment,
Seeping deep without cover.
With the ingredients of pure acts,
It moves on to another.


E.P. 1908 - 1989