The balm of the ointment is poured upon the Masters head
Ranting voices condemn her generosity
He holds her hand with gentleness
and admonishes them with forceful words that pain them to the heart.
Leave her alone for what she has done is beautiful for me
She washes His feet from dusty paths he has trod
Crying silently into the warmth of her hair
Her sins are absolved in that one instant of true love.
He is her lover, her friend, her husband.
Soon He will be gone
To a place far away
The balm of the perfume lingers in the Masters tomb
Author notes
Love the idea for the contest.
A contest entry
- Please tell me HIS story by trekkergirl.
700 points, ended November 30, 2008, 5 entries
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest - Your Best Three Pre-writes by piccola.
800 points, ended November 27, 2008, 140 entries
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
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this reminds me of the Helen Reddy song, "I Don't know How To Love Him" from Jesus Christ Superstar. I imagine many women fell in love with this handsome, gentle man who was the epitome of love ... Of course he did not come to earth to be loved in a physical way so that was out of the question.
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I like it.
He taught that the highest law was love and proved it by hanging out with the lowest people in society. You captured the essence of this great teacher.
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