Wednesday, April 4, 2012

Anticipating the Metaphor


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.
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7 comments:

  1. Robbie PruittApril 4, 2012 at 3:53 PM

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  2. Robbie PruittApril 4, 2012 at 3:56 PM

    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

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  3. AnonymousApril 4, 2012 at 6:07 PM

    such a tender and telling moment

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  4. S. EtoleApril 4, 2012 at 9:26 PM

    A woman knows ...

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  5. Sandra Heska KingApril 5, 2012 at 7:42 AM

    And everywhere He went from then on, He carried the fragrance of a king.

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  6. Sandra Heska KingApril 5, 2012 at 7:42 AM

    And everywhere He went from then on, He carried the fragrance of a king.

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  7. David RupertApril 5, 2012 at 2:53 PM

    i just love that artwork in this post.

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