Mary's Tears

and her wretched hour

became her famous hour

that time when

she at her

most low

reached out with

quiet desperation

flowing tears testament

to the gutted soul

she lay bare

to Him

He heard her cry

felt her tears

large salty drops on

His feet

noted her passion

amongst those heart sobs

and He reached down

touched her

now matted hair

that had wiped clean

those tears spilt over

His feet

He smiled gently

as she with

hope felt eased

she bent her head again

and anointed Him

with her most precious

ointment.

 

TK July 2010