Generosity

I like Your oil.

The one that intoxicates the air.

The one that intoxicates my lungs.

The one that intoxicates my skin.

You do not hold it from me 

But You pour it kindly. 

When I've asked You to teach me of generosity, You've revealed this;

The most precious of oil,

Worth more than silver

Worth more than gold

Worth so great,

It cannot be sold...

You tip it over.

It pours from the resting place,

Over my hands

Over my feet

Into my head

Into my heart.

You, my God, are generous.