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.
———-
Written for Poets United
Life From A Park Bench 
This is exquisitely beautiful and deeply moving
That story of the alabaster jar does resonate.
The story is beautifully told, rich with the important details.
Very inspirational and moving.
nice…
So deeply beautiful. Just lovely to read.
Perceptions of pain varies with what is presented in sight. Very well put!
Connected by compassion and love.
This is so moving, in fact my eyes are misting as I am writing this comment. Thank you very much for bringing to life one of the beautiful Biblical scenes.