If she came today
anointing our feet with expensive oils*,
rinsing with her tears
and drying with her hair,
our jaws would gape
in unbelieving, unattractive stares...
So she must come
bearing gifts we recognize:
fine meals, smiling eyes,
generous expenditures of purse and time,
and laughter filling us with music
and with rhyme...
for she loves us much.
And we, who feel so undeserving,
smile,
knowing she believes us
worth her while.
*Luke 7:47
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