Poetry
Impulsively, breathlessly, she walks to the door
While the servants all stare, distrusting their eyes,
Certain for this harlot disgrace was in store;
Her visit to their master would be a surprise.
She enters softly and at first is not seen
By the men at the table, absorbed in the meal;
Then Simon with his eyes condemns her unclean,
But to none of their eyes do her own eyes steal.
She gave not one thought to the pairs of eyes
Showing judgment, outrage, offense, disgust,
As a horse fit with blinders cannot see what lies
Beyond the straight path, that which it must.
It was only to Him, the Master of her soul,
Her soiled and burdened heart
She yielded control,
Relinquishing every part.
The guilt of sin she bore
Had gotten too cumbersome for
Her heart to bear its weight.
She was searching for something more,
Weary of the crooked, ready for the straight.
Oft’ had she seen Him, heard Him speaking,
Enveloped by His mysterious draw –
His musical voice, His eyes always twinkling
Though in His visage no beauty she saw.
Who was this Man, who alone had the power
To draw her against her will?
Who the secret depths of her heart seemed to scour,
Stinging, yet drawing still?
How could his love be so blind to the stigma
Of lifestyle, appearance, and class?
This mold-breaking teacher was too great an enigma
For her to simply pass.
Long had she known love selfish, unkind,
In all forms and shapes, galore;
But never ‘till now was she able to find
A Man she could truly adore --
A Man whose look did not make her feel
Lustfully desired for her feminine appeal,
But saw who she was, for real.
He saw the pain, the ravage, the shame,
Life in a prison cell, full of self-blame.
He made her feel loved as she’d never known love,
Saw a vision of who she could be
If she from her bondage would rise above,
A worth she herself could not see.
This was the Man whose feet she wet
With the tears that streamed down her face;
Her sin-burdened heart she could somehow forget
In the extended hands of His grace.
Unloosing tresses that scarce had been cut
Since she was a little child,
Never let down in the presence of men, but
Elaborately, painstakingly piled.
Her raven-black hair came tumbling down
To the gasps of all but He;
She lowered her glory, her beautiful crown
To the very lowest degree.
Glossy black waves fell from bowed head
And easily swept the floor.
For a second-hand rag was her hair used instead
To wipe filth His feet had born
From streets on which sandals were worn.
Tenderly she dried the tears she had cried
With the most beautiful feature God supplied.
Kisses upon His freshly cleaned feet
Were not too lavish attention
For her adoration to be complete
And pure, grateful affection.
More disgracefully had her lips been defiled
By filth not so easily washed –
To kiss His feet was comparably mild,
All decorum abandoned or lost.
Heart-worship was well-worth the cost.
At greater cost, but still no great loss
Was the bottle she drew from her side.
When opened, it lent to the room such a scent
That no musty corner could hide,
Fragrance so rich as was fit for a king,
For incense in the temple of God.
She most surely had known to whom she should bring
Her worship – both King and God.
Her worship was pure, earnest, sincere
In truth, in spirit, in life;
Holding no fear she might foolish appear,
Only fearing her conscience’s knife.
Not attempting to cover her unworthiness from
The most worthy of all that was pure;
Though what she could offer was only a crumb,
Of his infinite love she was sure.
SO I come to the Master and bow at His feet,
Appearances not a concern,
Crushing my failings to ointment sweet,
Into tears my Lord will not spurn.
My best efforts, so weak, touch His nail-scarred feet,
Touch the symbol of the blood
That once marred those feet, as with nail-spikes they beat
So mercilessly the spotless Son.
My glory I lower, my treasure I scorn --
He surpasses their little worth.
Let frail human love be uprooted and torn
So that true love may have its birth.
In this heart of mine
May its pure blossoms shine.
Human love, human praise
Fall so short of the mark
God’s love has raised
Up out of the dark.
Every effort of ours does nothing but mar;
Our own love will not suffice
Until it is poured on His beauteous scars,
Where He finds it acceptable sacrifice.
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