A shattering jar
emits the essence of extravagance,
her fragrance-filled palms,
from her brokenness,
anoint
and
pour a perfumed provocation,
spirit consumed
in worship;
forgetting the poor
and jolting Judas.
Kissing in the coming kingdom,
touching her maker,
skin on skin,
placing
hair in hands on feet,
beckoning burial,
anticipation in the scene,
the scent of intimacy
rising.
By day,
holy feet hang,
inches above dusty ground,
on cloaks laid out,
king condescending on a colt,
as psalms through palms resound,
ecstacy
from a praying, baying mob,
(this place is rigged to fever pitch,
in parting praise)
rhythm in the waves, demands to save,
his heartbeat for the end of days...
Four sleeps on,
reaching his cross-road,
hand branches are bloodied,
two palms,
split and pierced,
the world hanging by his fingertips,
when clouds eclipse the crowd
the sun goes down...
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one of my fav stories is of the annointing...
ReplyDeleteand so interesting too on how they hosannas of palm sunday
were so quickly replaced with cries for his death
once he shook up what they expected of him...
Beautiful ND...hope your Easter was wonderful!
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