I saw her
I gazed into her eyes
And looked and loved and listened
As she poured, through teary eyes,
The golden nectar of passion,
Sweet with perfume
A river rich in sorrow
Through strands of tumbling hair
A precious kiss.
I watched her
She closed her eyes
Pale, forlorn, fragile,
As she anointed, in gracious waves,
Her tears of crucifixion,
Wounded with loss
Through worn weary fingers
A vial of sadness
A healing kiss.
I saw her
I felt her pain
The love, the desire, the loss,
Ignored by everyone, not caring who saw her,
A prayer of forgiveness
Sharing her love,
Washing away with braids of suffering
Her gentle courage
A tender kiss.
He watched her
He felt the oil anoint him,
Adoration, devotion, salvation,
A glance amidst destructions moment,
The oil caressing his skin
Bathed with anguish
Drenched in devotion, passionate grace
No room, no time, no regret,
A heart of submission
A cherished kiss.
what a beautiful submission eh? that and the one of the annointing with perfume...what sticks with me is that they would have smelled of their worship all day
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