Dinner for Jesus
in Bethany with his
friends.
The end approaches.
Martha is serving,
Lazarus sits with
Jesus,
Mary is Mary.
Mary takes perfume,
pure nard, big and
costly;
pours on Jesus'
feet.
Feet are wiped with
hair;
the house is filled
with fragrance,
devotion and tears.
Here, too, is
outrage.
“A years wages are
wasted;
what about the
poor?”
The poor need our
help,
and so much more.
Loving acts
demonstrate love's
truth.
“My death
approaches;
the anointing is
timely.
Let her be,” he
says.
Mary's wasteful gift
is received with
gratitude
by one who knows
love.
©
Ken Rookes 2016
