Mark 14:1-11
There were glimmers of beauty
in your tears of shame
that fell like silver
that fell like rain
a jar is broken
pouring out its all
into this story, history
our story, her story,
preparing for death
pleading for life
with a fragrance that makes
hard places grow soft,
by calling for mercy
from those keeping the score
from those counting the cost
from those knowing the law.
But a heart stripped naked
is revealing real truth
that runs deeper and cleaner
than shame or profanity,
it’s revealing a beauty,
the divine-broken image
in one woman’s humanity.
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