the heaviness

the heaviness of my eyelids block back tears
the slow spillage of the reservoir  stalls

with one blink
all would be revealed, not relived

yet surmounting to a new level
all would be filled, anew

with a spring of life from deep within the well

the oil runs down from the top of my head, like Aaron and his beard

anointed with an ointment, a new covered garment
all would be blotted, forgotten

with one sigh
all would be changed, conformed

the heaviness that once oppressed me
the darkness dutifully lifts and leaves

with one drop of His blood.