Her Alabaster Box

Her Alabaster Box

 

Kneeling down,

Her tears washed His feet.

Grace had she found

As He sat at meat.

 

What caused her tears?

Had she been filled with sorrow

For the life she’d lived?

Or had she come to express gratitude?

 

Clutching her possessions not much,

Yet she puts aside all she’s got

To minister to her Lord in a humble hush,

Giving no regard to her alabaster box.

 

She cared not who were present,

And wept before Him.

Grateful for His message,

She paid no mind to them.

 

For she was only there for Christ,

The One who’d forgiven her sins.

Her admiration she did not hide,

But poured herself therein.

 

With all her tears spent,

She took of the oil she carried

And pouring, her love was sent,

As she washed her Savior’s feet.

 

She’d given all her tears,

But she finished not

Until all the oil disappeared

From her alabaster box.

 

Melinda McQueen Rodgers

June 2, 2022

Reviews

[Coyote Poetry]

Thank you dear Melinda for sharing the amazing poetry. You create a beautiful photo for the reader.
"With all her tears spent,
She took of the oil she carried
And pouring, her love was sent,
As she washed her Savior’s feet."
the above lines. Wonderful and thank you for sharing the amazing poetry my dear friend.
Coyote

[Melinda McQueen]

Thank you, friend, for reading and your thoughtful review.

[Coyote Poetry]

I love your work dear Melinda and you are welcome.

[Chris Shaw]

A familiar story from the bible. Very nicely penned Melinda and your posted image is perfect for your words. Hope all is good with you.

Chris

[Melinda McQueen]

Thank you for reading and reviewing!