A woman in Bethany called Mary
Poured heartily an expensive pure nard perfume
On the filthy feet of a man who’s going to die in vain and
Wiped them smoothly with her silky hair
As if a mother towels her own baby.
The luxurious fragrance filled the room while
The anger of material-ingrained Judas made
Mary an adulterous woman and
Gave stones to people’s mind surreptitiously.
The image of the woman drags me to a flower garden.
You guys know love?
Jesus’ this not-so-soft expression made
The woman a luxury item and
The story has been delivered to my ears.
The woman who loved Jesus with all of her heart
Expressed her love by
Throwing away the most precious thing
As if a sinking ship jettisons its fuel.
Well, what should I dump?
Looks like I haven’t loved like that yet.