Dearly Beloved, Grace and Peace to you.                              Mary took a pound of costly perfume made of pure nard,          anointed Jesus' feet, and wiped them with her hair.          Jesus said, "She bought it so that she might keep it          for the day of my burial.”                   —John 12. 3,7

The angel of your death          anoints your feet                   with fragrant oil and dries them with her hair.

She loves you, and gives          the sadness of your dying,                   the sacredness of your living back to you.

She alone feels          your death approaching,                   knows how precious is your life, how fleeting.

She gives you,          before you enter                   the world's wound, her healing balm.

Only thus anointed          will these feet lead you                   to stand with those who suffer.

Befriend your mortality.          Attend to the hands                   of death on your feet, the fragrance of the present.

Always there are the dreams,          the opportunities, but                   she awakens you to this moment.

Welcome her gift,          the deep desire                   that in this time you do what is in you to do.

Let her touch you          so closely,                   arouse you to live while you can.

Deep Blessings, Pastor Steve

__________________ Steve Garnaas-Holmes Unfolding Light

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