A day of stillness, and calm.
The sweet, pervasive smell
signals the expense;
the alabaster jar confirms it.
She pours, lightly, slowly,
the sweetness on my head,
and then my feet,
anticipating the metaphor
of washing the feet, using
oil instead of water,
anticipating the preparation
for the tomb, using
oil instead of spices.
The others ask when;
she answers now.
Painting: Jesus at Bethany, painter and year unknown.
7 comments:
I love this line:
"The others ask when;
she answers now."
Lord, would our hearts worship you in the "now."
Thanks for posting this poem Glynn! Great poem. . .and timely. . .
Robbie
such a tender and telling moment
A woman knows ...
And everywhere He went from then on, He carried the fragrance of a king.
And everywhere He went from then on, He carried the fragrance of a king.
i just love that artwork in this post.
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