After the Anointing
I kept my jar of nard until
the time for love had come.
Then I broke the alabaster
and poured my treasure over You.
The fragrance filled the house.
But having once given all,
I have nothing left to offer You:
My hands are empty,
save for these broken shards.
Yet You see in my emptiness
the poverty of love.
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