A Gain Worth More Than Coins

She had a jar An alabaster jar She used it not for her own gain It was precious to her Selling it would have given her much gain But it wouldn’t have wiped away her pain She kept this jar safe It was worth a lot It was her treasure But she kept it for a purpose The purpose wasn’t revealed to her She kept it Preserved the scented ointment in it Its contents Sweet-smelling And then the hour came An opportunity so rare She heard She picked up the jar And she went Stood behind Him Right at His feet Let down her beautiful hair And glorified him Wet his feet with her tears Letting go Tears freely flowing And act of total surrender To honor him This was what she had to give This she would give to him Ignoring the judgmental glares And worthless side talk She wiped his feet Her lovely hair A suitable offering She gracefully smeared the ointment on his feet An act of worship An act of gratitude A selfless act A gift freely given to the one who could save her The one who could make her whole Its purpose finally revealed A gain worth more than coins By Sylvia Chika sylviachika@gmail.com http://sylviachika.blogspot.com/ http://sylviachika.wordpress.com/ https://www.facebook.com/sylviachikablog Twitter:@sylviaoz © SylviaChika 2015