The Anointing of David: A Villanelle

The scent of oil is rising from my hair;

The prophet’s words hurl flames upon my mind.

Beneath the gaze of God, king’s crown I bear.

Before the prophet’s eyes my soul is bare;

He sees a call to shepherd humankind.

The scent of oil is rising from my hair.

My voice is soft, my youthful face is fair –

What royalty is there for one to find?

Beneath the gaze of God, king’s crown I bear.

Smoke from the altar stains the breathless air:

A fire to sear these eyes that once were blind.

The scent of oil is rising from my hair.

Of my heart’s strength I am still unaware;

It is a strength the Lord may still remind.

Beneath the gaze of God, king’s crown I bear.

Anointed son of Jesse, I now swear

To Adonai’s law my life forever bind.

The scent of oil is rising from my hair.

Beneath the gaze of God, king’s crown I bear.

By Mary Faustina

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