by Lisa Ann Moss Degrenia
There… beyond the feasting circle
Who are you? What is your story?
No name, no voice
Yet coming close with your gifts
Some are easy to see
An alabaster jar
full of exotic perfume
And you pour forth more gifts
Out pours your heart
The air is thick with your story
It oozes down your Beloved’s beard, pooling on his callused hands
The shattering brings the circle silent
The aroma, meant for all to enjoy
Instead draws an angry answer
They will not bear your story
Cutting remarks fly at you through the fragrant veil
Indignant daggers thrust into your offering
How dare you! Who do you think you are?
We have a better way
Such a waste… code for waste her
Shatter her spirit
Quick, to the stones
A broken body is the cure
Stop! Leave her alone declares the Anointed One!
No! You misunderstand!
You miss the mark!
She did what she could- all that she could
Balming my body for burial
You have loved Me
Censing my sacrifice
Grace made fragrant
An act beyond words
A silent song for the ages
It is blessing. It is beautiful.
You are blessing. You are beautiful.
Soak it in
You there, religious ones
You berate, rebuke and bombard
While she… she breaks open
She breaks through bearing the Good News
Your words will fall forgotten
Her story will stand… remembered
I am indebted to my friends Jan Richardson and Garrison Doles for their inspiration and encouragement. Their offerings at a retreat on the anointing of Jesus from Mark 14:1-11 broke open this poem for me. I encourage you to learn more about their powerful and faithful ministries. – Lisa <><
© 2011 Lisa Ann Moss Degrenia
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Be sure to also check out the devotion Anointing, by Steve Garnaas Holmes