(The Dark Night, book II: chapter 13)
"Mary took a pound of costly ointment
of pure nard and anointed the feet of Jesus
and wiped his feet with her hair; and the
house was filled with the fragrance of the
"And behold, a woman of the city,
was a sinner, when she learned that
at table in the Pharisee's house, brought
an alabaster flask of ointment, and
behind him at his feet, weeping, she
to wet his feet with her tears, and
them with the hair of her head, and
his feet, and anointed them with the
turning toward the woman he said to
'Do you see this woman? I entered your
you gave me no water for my feet, but
has wet my feet with her tears and
them with her hair. You gave me no
but from the time I came in she has
to kiss my feet. You did not anoint
with oil, but she has anointed my feet
ointment. Therefore I tell you, her
which are many, are forgiven, for she
much; but he who is forgiven little,
Still clothed in old garments of sin,
She falls, prostrating at His feet;
Though new wine's not for old wineskin,
The urge of love's longings replete.
With bitter tears, her contrite heart,
Washes His feet of her weak dust;
Her soul is cleansed, but kept apart,
From Him at whom her soul is thrust.
With deepest esteem for her King,
Caressing His feet with her hair;
Yearning for Him, her whole being,
Lurches from love to deep despair.
In time, she will behold anew,
And love freely without a stain;
In fresh wineskins, He will imbue,
His Spirit like a fine champagne.
Her love yearns deeply with daring;
His flame advances with flaring.
May our deep yearning for the Beloved draw
us ever closer to Him in love.
42. John 12:3
43. Luke 7:37,38,44-47
(c) Paul Buis, 2004