A poem on Mark 14:3-9
We remember him, this loving gift of life itself
broken and poured out.
Week after week, around this table,
we remember him.
But he remembered her.
Long before the story touched our hearts
or stirred its way into our souls,
Before he walked the final road,
or carried the cross,
or wore the crown of thorns
Before the light
in his eyes was snuffed out
and the sun of the world grew dim,
But only a little time before,
She sought him out.
She found him.
Guessing, sensing somehow,
that this moment, this person
would not last forever,
She cherished him.
Pouring out her feelings
before a shocked audience
who could not imagine that
the time was right
for such extravagance.
She stepped into his story
and became her own.
He beckons us to follow.
Most of Lisa’s writing is for sermons, church curriculum and worship material. Sometimes she writes for fun, but mostly, she knits. Lisa and her husband, Mark, co-pastor together at First Christian Church (Disciples of Christ) in Berea, Kentucky, USA
Permission for use in worship or other non-profit setting is granted provided credit is given, ‘written by Lisa M. Caldwell-Reiss’. This poem originally appeared in the publication by the Christian Church (Disciples of Christ) USA, Just Women, winter 2010, page 29.
