Loving Wednesday

Matthew 26: 6-16

I don’t know what she saw

If she heard about the deal my boy had made

To betray me.

Knew he would break my heart.

Or if my father gave her some insight

Of all that I’d been teaching about.

The women tend to catch things

Before everyone else does.

She knew she was out of pocket.

Loving me always

At the risk of

Of her own death,

But she keeps loving me anyway.

She knows I’m leaving,

But her love

In that alabaster box

Is one that prepares me to go.

It has anointed me for death.

Funny,

How everytime death lingers near

She brings life.

The women are always finding ways to bring life,

Loving us anyway

Running the risks

Of their own death

This won’t be the last time I see her, though.

It can’t be.

After all,

This ain’t a love

That has ever been in vain.