A Bold Move
It was a bold move
To welcome the news the angel brought
That the long-awaited Messiah
Foretold by her nation's prophets
Would become incarnate
In the womb of her adolescent body
And through her
Be born into the world he loved
And longed to save
It was a bold move
Wearied and weakened in body
To make her way through the pressing crowd
Each vying for a better view
Of this man of oracle and miracle
Through the press of sweating bodies
The twist of dusty feet
She stretched her arm
And her hand touched his robe
It was a bold move
To enter the house
Where the men had gathered
Knowing that all eyes would fall on her
That her reputation would scream out
That she of all people was not fit
To touch such a person
Let alone pour her precious offering
Upon His feet
And wipe them with her hair
It was a bold move
To return to the garden alone
Searching for her beloved
Whom she had seen die
Whom she had loved in life
And so recently loved in death
To view the now empty tomb
And ask if He had been taken away
Or where she might find Him
It was a bold move
Copyright © Anne Linington | Year Posted 2009
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