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The Alabaster Jar

She entered the room
carrying an alabaster jar.
It was evening –
they sat around in conversation.

She approached Jesus quietly
and breaking open the jar she poured
the precious fluid over his head
and filled the air with sweetness.

"Why this waste?”
"Who is this woman?"
"Why doesn't he stop her?"

Questions crowded the room
sucking up all the air
    ... hard to breathe.

“Leave her alone! 
      She has anointed me for my burial."

Poetry

We are delighted to share some poems from Religious of the Sacred Heart.

Silence

The tree lifts
branches to
The One
Beyond all noise of naming.
Snow drifts down silence,
Melts into earth,
Disappears.
Clouds wrap hushed grey cloaks
Around our clamor;
Stilling even loud ambassadors
Of death.

Silence has the last word—
No word at all, but hum:
spiral galaxies,
chanting
Ommmm….
Beloved child of earth
I AM for you.
Come   Home.      

Silence

The tree lifts
branches to
The One
Beyond all noise of naming.
Snow drifts down silence,
Melts into earth,
Disappears.
Clouds wrap hushed grey cloaks
Around our clamor;
Stilling even loud ambassadors
Of death.

Silence has the last word—
No word at all, but hum:
spiral galaxies,
chanting
Ommmm….
Beloved child of earth
I AM for you.
Come   Home.      

Rose Marie Quilter rscj    March 2013