Alive with Jesus. Poetry with Mary, Lazarus and Jesus.
Wind Shifted when you stepped in
Death stench lifted
Your breath blew in
Sweet smell of re-creation
LIFE-
That’s what it is!
Newness like birth’s first breath
A holy moment
And I am re-born
You shouted my name
“LAZARUS”
You re-membered me
Halted neurons re-connected,
Again my ear drums buzzed
Burgeoning veins pulsed blood-
Muscle fiber tensed, limp no longer.
Your voice
Awoke me
From this death dream
The Vitality of your vocal cords
Cleared my consciousness
Death now obsolete
I have been made and re-made
As you commanded re-creation
“Come Out!” You shout
Re-verberating waves crescendo into command
I obey
Acquiescence is the only thing possible
This bag of bones, alive again
I Rise and step into
Your glorious life-light
Mary's Offering Of Love in Bethany
You see me, Jesus, down here in the dust
My hair wrapped around your feet
Mingled dirt and oil, my tears pouring out.
Wiping this overwhelming scent over your calloused skin
You see me as I am
Nothing more to hide
You saw me when I was wrapped in mystery
Cells split and became a human form in my mother’s womb
Maker of microns
Creator of galaxies
Your human skin holds God
And I hold you
Here at your feet
You defend my actions against
harsh accusations
You give me dignity
You know the inner workings of my heart and mind
And somehow I know you know this love-
What I feel in the depths of my being
you receive,
your God heart in human skin
soaks up this fragrant oil
You absorb my love as precious perfume pours out
You Accept my tears
And wrap this vulnerable life of mine
In your extravagant love
Like you have all along
Piercing fragrance fills my nostrils
and I feel oil
Poured on my feet
You knew
Somewhere in that place where hearts are wiser than words
Love would linger
extravagant aroma anoints my skin
You honor me holy affection- love poured out
My human heart filled to the brim with it
Generous- this gift costs you all
I received your tears,
Your love-offering.
Your love- returned to its source
Remained, became a part of me, again.
Love remained, I could smell it-
When I was rejected,
Accused
Betrayed
Tortured
Lingering fragrance
Of your overwhelming affection
Wafted lightly
As I was pierced with hatred
nailed to rough wood
Yet
The fragrant molecules left by your love
I inhaled, internalized
And exhaled my last breath.
Your love lingers still.
Life
Had the final say
Three days later
When you returned
With your love gift of anointing oil again
You keep pouring out this love - death doesn’t stop you
It didn’t stop me either
“Mary” I call your name
And You see me as I am
Your breath catches for a moment, do you recognize this agape fragrance ?
Remember the scent of life re-made, re-membered, re-created?
I am here, yes, death did not have the final say
I am
Source of all aromas,
I am life
I am the true gardener
Standing in the flowers,
With you.
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