A reading for the Wednesday of Holy Week:
We’ve at last had a quiet day.
No high jinks or funny tricks
Just some peace and quiet
Mind you, it wasn’t much fun
Jesus was pretty withdrawn
Not his usual gallous self.
To be honest I’d rather have his temper tantrums
than the brooding he’s done today
Thank goodness Mary came by tonight
with that precious ointment
Made quite a spectacle of herself
It was uncomfortable to watch
seemed so intimate
as though we were intruding on something private,
You would have thought it was only her and Jesus
so engrossed in her task was she
caressing his feet
Most of us had to turn away
it was so beautiful.
I think that’s why Judas threw in the curve ball
about the money wasted
He simply couldn’t stand the hush,
the sense of awe that had descended
had to loosen the tension.
I think the rest of us were just too overcome,
literally, with the aroma and the purity of the gift
that we witnessed being lavished on Jesus.
But he didn’t seem in the least embarrassed.
Recognised it for the gift it was
even though he went all strange
and started talking about being anointed for burial.
I felt a lump in my throat
as he stood up
for this poor often misaligned woman.
And her face.
The pride in her eyes when Jesus spoke up for her.
THAT was the priceless gift.
Liz Crumlish Lent 2010