The fragrance was sprayed hurriedly as I left the house.
Already dressed for a fierce Scottish Spring.
The scented liquid was absorbed by my scarf and today, six days later, it still lingers.
Did the perfume linger on your clothes?
Did your friends smell it as you handed them the bread?
Did Judas breathe it in as he held you close to kiss you?
Did the soldiers, as they crushed the thorns into your scalp, wonder at its source?
Did the dice players experience its aroma as they gambled for your clothes?
May this holy week
fill our senses with
the beauty of your sacrifice.
(Inspired by Matthew 26:6-13 and Lectio 365 Tuesday of Holy Week 2024)
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