But the women cared:
His mother
Wrapped round Him the swaddling bands prepared
Because of her affection
For Him, more than other,
Lying in infant perfection.
Martha also served
Preparing
All the good things that she had conserved
For Him alone ‑ though her care
Distracted her from repairing
To the rest that He wished she would share.
Her sister, Mary,
Adoring
The One whose love will never vary,
Raised her eager hand to break
Her flask of nard ‑ quickly pouring
An outflow of love for His sake.
Hello David,
ReplyDeleteHis name was Tomi Alankolan and a sad story of his life is written about him. How different the life that Noah lived.
I really like your poetry and thanks for sharing it. A hearty hello to you and Rosie from "our prairies"!