Rose Oil
In Verona, his hand’s steady and grand.
Grateful eyes - he sees the gold in her.
With pomp regret, dear Mary’s knees, like sand.
The dynamite of God blows sin asunder.
The women carried her into life’s wake.
Her worldly goods, misunderstood, dismissed.
This Magdalene blushes fully awake.
She’s recognized - by Jesus’ heart she’s kissed.
The foreshadowing drop of jewelry -
the sudden shift of Mary’s soul - it’s light.
Her beauty breaks away from foolery.
The proud that scamped was blind - Jesus made right.
The colors on the artist’s palette toil,
release the scene of royal scent - rose oil.
2/1/2022
https://www.parkwestgallery.com/peter-nixon-favorite-painting/
Copyright © Kim Rodrigues | Year Posted 2022
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