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Hearing the words of the master
his foretelling of his suffering
his death now close at hand
and the words of the others
like me, scared to death

Anointing the master
the sweet smell overwhelming
the costly perfume
filling the air of our house

My tears falling
onto his flesh,
my hair like a towel,
washing him with the locks
anointing him for his journey

The least I could do
for all he had done for me
to prepare the master
the journey he was on
going to the cross
his impending burial too


March 20, 2010
John 12:1-8
from Mary’s perspective
and
Alive Now Daily Reflections
http://alivenow.upperroom.org/daily-reflections/daily-reflections-for-March-15-21/
for March 15, 2010 to March 21, 2010
by Nancy Fergusons (You can visit her website at www.BlueTreeResources.org)
for March 19, 2010, read 3/20/2010


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