THE WOMAN WITH THE ALABASTER BOX

THE WOMAN WITH THE ALABASTER BOX

She made her way past those peering, judgmental eyes
Probing her, jabbing and scrutinizing her in despise
Some even cried out against her…
Harlot they said:
These were the voices of the same that lay in her bed
Or those who’s husband’s had
Once again blaming her for their marriage goin’ bad

She had flashbacks of past times, and a revelation of a life-long dream in her heart & view
She once conformed to their limited view
But now she pursued her break through
A re-occurring dream dating back to the age of five
(the number of grace)
She quickened her pace,
As she came face to face
With a moment that was so much like dejavu
Her very own way to say thank you
Her destiny
She desperately and tentatively
Committed her appointed service
To the anointed one,
She lovingly displayed her purpose
She dug deep inside
To a love that was preserved and set aside
Untouched and unscathed by outside influence
And imprudence

The dream started when she was five years old
(and she remembered it clearly, cause it happened the same night
It began)
When “he” first started touching her
Pushing his fingers inside her,
Breaking her virgin skin, tho that memory was now a blur
She can still feel etches of hands tracing her,
(racing her… lil adolescent heart)
Forever marring her,

Who knew that two such life-changing, life-altering events
Could take place in one night
Pain & Purpose
Something to take place that made her feel so worthless
Versus the surplus
Of her service
That He purchased
With His Blood
& she saw, she knew her redemption drew near
Her deliverance, No fear
In a vision, a dream
She had been redeemed
Of her past, He would take her mental anguish
Show her what a true loving Father does
For hers took her innocence
& marketed her for six pence
Subjecting her to others insolence, With no repentance
See her life was full of violence

She would thank him for
His sacrificial act of love
The thorns that would pierce His mind
Go back in time and find
The point where she was subjected to it
And erase it
And she had been preserved for this
Her life meant something
Her life had purpose
She represented all
Who would fall
Victim to the ugliness and cruelty of this world
Of this life
And it’s strife
Purpose called her
She was created for this
No matter what, no matter who looks, stares, or spit
This was an appointment she knew she wouldn’t miss

She knelt
And her tears spilt
She knew this was her Savior
And that He loved her
He didn’t care about her past behaviors
She knew
What He was about to ensue
So she anointed Him
She washed His feet with her tears
Dried them with her hair
& with her life savings
Of money earned, every trick she turned
She overturned
And anointed Her Master
With a box of alabaster

- Written by: Nicole Scates-Mackey

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