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Anointing of the Sick – A Reflection

Anointing of the Sick

Song of Songs 5:2-8


What voice called

when I lay silent on my bed?


Was it the voice of my Beloved,

soft as the thief who enters

when the light has fled;

come to break my lesser loves

from where they lay in jars

and by a sacred power

change the spilling oil–

the slow oil of suffering

into the shining oil of gladness

poured on my hands, dripping

against the handle of the lock?


O my Love, when will you come to me again?


I give you leave, destroy

the lamps and spill all

I had used for light, if in return

You give me only darkness

like this again, and call to me

again, Your lips pressed close

against the space in the door.


O my Love, when

will You come to me

again? O my Love,

when will you come

to me again? O

my Love, when will you

come to me again!


Guest Author Daniel Hyland is a husband and father living in the Shenandoah Valley near the top of Virginia. From 2011-2013 he attended L’Abri in Massachusetts and studied theology and philosophy at an Evangelical Christian college in Minnesota. He has since held a colorful assortment of jobs including bookshop clerk, line cook at a Southern bakery, public policy think tank writer, and professional ditch-digger. Daniel was raised a Presbyterian Christian; after five years of study and prayer, he was joyfully received into the Roman Catholic Church at the 2016 Easter Vigil and made his first communion.

Daniel Hyland

Daniel Hyland

Daniel is a Catholic writer and voice artist living in the Shenandoah Valley with his wife and daughter. He believes in the power of beauty in life, nature and art as a tool of evangelism, and seeks to follow Christ through study, work and prayer. His favorite book of the Bible is the Song of Songs because of the stunning intimacy it presents both with regard to the sacrament of marriage and the marital union with God to which every soul is called in Christ. He is the proud owner of a small collection of facial hair, charitably termed a mustache.

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