How fragrant the perfume
that fills the whole house
when lilacs in bloom
pour their scent
give their all
praise their Maker
as only they can do.
How much more the spikenard
that filled the whole house
when Mary broke the jar
bathed His feet
gave her all
anointed Jesus
as only she would do.
How much more the wisdom
at The Feet, in the house,
than in the reclining,
the schooling--
even the serving.
How sublime the reminder
breathed down the ages
by the Spirit
and the breath
of a lilac.
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