sensory explosion
sound as the bottle opens
pure nard pouring slowly out
smell hitting olfactory nerves
so powerful, overwhelming
taste of the perfume in the air
spreading over feet and floor
love's extravagance enacted

reception, reaction
his shock at waste, anger even
300 days of wages lost, all gone
should have been for the poor
welcome, acceptance
you'll always have those poor
this was for me, for my death
because she loves, audaciously

what prompts such profligacy
or turns love to faithlessness
no enemy would sell him out
take those thirty pieces of silver
rather his chosen, familiar friend
who'd heard the call, walked the walk
love, now that we understand
betrayal grows in our dark places


Wednesday of the Fifth Week of Lent
9th April 2025
following John 12.3-5 & Psalm 55.13-16