A Man Like None She’d Known (sonnet for a prostitute)
by Marie Elena
This Man had moved her heart in such a way
she spent the tears she shed to wash His feet.
I haven’t known a more sincere display
of love before or since, nor more replete.
An alabaster jar filled with pure nard,
its price, perhaps in wages numbered years.
This girl whose reputation had been marred
anointed Jesus’ feet, ignoring sneers.
This typically was used for entombment.
In just six days, she witnessed Jesus’ death.
Now, we can’t know if that was her intent,
but know God preordained His final breath.
Her tender, humble love for Him moves me.
And what a brave and brimming heart had she.
© Marie Elena Good, 2024
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Ohhhh…. I love this, Marie… how deep her love for Him must have been. You’ve painted her soul so well.
Thank you, Damon. You’re so kind! I retitled it though, as Sheryl pointed out that we don’t actually know who this woman is. Even though some (including me) believe it was Mary, there is no mention of that in the bible. She is right, so I retitled it.