Haiku of
poured-out love
Ah, Lord Jesus,
how to show my love
for you,
what to make it
real?
The very costly
ointment of nard
spills over
his face and his
hair
Splashed with
abandon
in a profound act of
love.
A perfumed present.
Loving is costly.
Effort, commitment,
struggle;
also many tears.
But what of the
poor?
Yes, of course, we
all must spend
love upon them, too.
This woman has
done
something
beautiful for me;
for my burial.
Will I love this
way,
with my naked heart
exposed,
accepting the pain?
©
Ken Rookes 2020
Posting for Palm Sunday, Narrative Lectionary; Mark's version of the Anointing at Bethany
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