Walter Stuck's Poetry
Prince of Peace What gift is this O gentle Shepherd
Mary Magdalen It was a beautiful day. The sun was shining in a special manner. For its gentle glow touched Him, who is the Creator of all things. The earth rejoiced. The flowers cast their radiance upon the Lord. Jesus had been invited to the house of a rich Pharisee named "Simon." When the Master entered the dwelling Simon omitted the customary courtesies and attentions usually given to a guest. No water for his weary feet, no kiss of welcome. No perfume for His hair as it was the custom. Just a gesture for Him indicating a vacant place at the table. Then she walked in. A sinner. What had brought her to this house? She knew that she would not be welcomed by most. She was ashamed, and did not dare to brush back her hair from her face. Yet she believed in love. In forgiveness. She knelt down before Her beloved Savior and her tears commenced to flow. Within them were all the sorrows that her heart contained. That she had offended Him - He who was all goodness. What joy this act of repentance gave to our Lord. Out of her pocket she took a bottle of precious ointment. Most gently she applied it to Jesus' feet. What care she took, how her heart rejoiced to be near Him who knew her better than any creature could. She looked up into the Master's eyes and she saw something she had never seen before. "Unconditional love." She felt a touch within her heart, physically. It would remain with her until the end of her days. She was not the same person anymore. Ever so gently she wiped our Lord's feet with her hair. How she longed that the moment would last forever. Once more she looked at Him the Creator of all things. He smiled. "Go and sin no more." She was His now, He who loved her infinitely. Quietly she left, her heart aflame with love. |