Julia Stankova, The Anointing of Christ
It was lavish love
luscious and lavish
and I still don’t know what made me do it.
I wanted to show my love for this man
and words failed me
for words could never express how I felt.
Words would never be enough
so I had to make this act of lavish love.
And quickly the aroma of spices
filled the air in that darkened room
rising from my hands and his feet
until everyone was breathing deeply
of that precious ointment,
inhaling its exotic scent.
Somehow I knew we wouldn’t have him with us
I knew that he was going to leave us
like orphans in the dark
and I sensed that death was in the air
I wanted to take away that premonition of the end
to fight it with all my might
to smother it with anointing oil.
My tears mingled with the ointment
when I heard their raised voices
but when he put his hand on my head
they fell all the more
for I knew he understood.