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

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