Lift up my heart to you O Lord
Take it and hold it close to thee
Feel it
Taste it
Smell it
Hold it in your gaze
Let the pungent odor of Mary's alabaster jar
fill my nostrils till my breath is swept away
in your thought
ahhhh
the perfume
Feel it
Taste it
Smell it
Thine heart and mine are one
beating in rhythm with the same breath
O Mary that I may be the alabaster jar that
you broke open and held over the head of the Loved One
May I be the perfume that he feels running down
his hair, soaking his beard and penetrating his clothes.
May I be the taste that meets his inward breath.
May I be the smell that surrounds him.
ahhhh
to have caused all this commotion
ahhhhh
to be that alabaster jar ---
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