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The pitcher is tall and silver,
Chilled like a julep cup,
Filled with nectared faithfulness,
And poured over my head
Once and again.
Each time the first time,
But also a homecoming,
Ah! You!
Is it liquid?
As oil is liquid,
Flowing thickly,
Coating,
Calming.

Restoring.

Reminding,
“This is what I do.”

And I see the healed
Standing beautifully scarred,
Singing, privileged recipients of
Salvation that flows from the
Silver pitcher, protected ones
Whose bones are whole and
Whose honor is royal.

~ From Psalm 53: 5, 6