She loves that good, clean feeling
And the pressure of the water at war against her face.
Where the oil in her pours piles up,
Her own tendency to anoint herself,
She lets the warm water baptize her own efforts away.
All she must do is stand still and turn where she thinks,
Gravity and water do the work.
Both were created by the same Worker,
Both completed in the same Man.
She takes her seventh days rest twice daily, thinking,
"If my Maker needed one day's rest, then I must need two in one,
So I try not better the best."
Photo by 
