A DROP OF LIQUID GOLD

A drop of liquid gold, pressed from the deepest tree,

A sacred, fragrant balm of grace, that sets the weary free.

It flows upon the waiting brow, a symbol of the call,

A gentle touch of heaven’s peace, poured softly over all. 

It seals a purpose deep inside, a mark of love divine,

Where shadows of the past retreat, and holy moments shine.

Through trials that weigh heavy, and in the quiet of the night,

The oil brings forth a lasting strength, and bathes the soul in light. 

It speaks of sweet surrender, and a spirit made anew,

A quiet, rich refreshing that falls like morning dew.

For those who seek a quiet space, or carry heavy toll,