Pouring in Oil and Wine

MARY H. CUMMINS

What am I pouring into a wounded world?
That which inflames and rankles, irritates and smarts,
That which adds burden to already burdened hearts,—
The thought which pain, instead of peace and joy, imparts?

What of the daughter of my people's hurt?
Daily do I pour in the oil of charity,
The wine of understanding and true unity,
And so inspire to health and greater liberty?

Is there to-day no need of oil and wine,
No need of consecration, gentleness, and prayer,
Of Love's true ministration, redolent and fair,
Of that compassion which alone will wrong repair?

Oh, may I ever pour in unctuous grace!
The thought which always blesses, purifies, and heals,
The thought which God and His redeeming truth reveals,
And thus man's real at-one-ment with the Father seals.

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