Walking to Jesus

Her eyes fluttered opened to see the light of day through indents of her small cottage

The luminous existence giving reminder, There is a God and His Son in near.

She glanced at the man lying next to her

And then at the coins that lay at her feet

Disgust rose from within

Her core trembled as disgrace dressed her nudity

Her mind cluttered with last night’s betrayal

From him – Every word spewed enveloped in vulgarities surrounding the supposed I love you

From herself – For giving into lies and money

Now standing on sand, or is it dirt?

She needed to Go … Leave … Run away from him … that … it

And yet found nowhere to go

Stepping out of a darkened hole she came in contact with the unknown

Soft breeze touched her tarnished flesh

Elegant beauty wrapped her shame

Extending a belief and redirecting her vision

Stepping into the cold water

She scrubbed her body as though forcing the filth to diminish

Repulsive memories needed to expunge of the so many and so called passions

She scrubbed her mouth trying to remove the lewdness that once belonged to him … and them

She returned to the small cottage to see an empty space – no him, no money

Looking up and thanking God, Your Son is near

She dressed hoping this was pretty enough, though her inner felt insignificant

She searched for the one piece of great value

An item made of alabaster containing lavish perfume, I will give Him my all

Wandering the dusty road, asking, Where is He?

Some answered and many dismissed

How dare she ask for Him?

What is she planning to do?

Seek another client for her list?

The house looked familiar as she entered without consent

Her eyes traveled the room, recognizing many of her clients … with their wives

Her presence caused many to gawk, some to gape and others to whisper

He, the Son of God, glanced up in recognition of this lovely child … His Fathers daughter

His gaze overwhelmed her with the one and only Love she had never embraced

His features beyond handsome and beyond beautiful

His authority highly acknowledged

Her desire claimed the space near Him

A worship of tears washed his feet and her hair dried them as a form of praise

Bathing them with kisses, thanking Him for who He is and what He had begun within her

Opening her most prized possession she poured and perfumed

Along with admiration and honor

It wasn’t enough, but all she had

He spoke her name

And she listened to a melody of fresh air that streamed through

He said to her

And her soul renewed in his light

Your sins are forgiven

Giving way to a new day, an unfamiliar tomorrow and a new found life