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At Prayer

I envy

her

that Mary

who

back then

took

the perfumed oil

and doused

you in it.

 

smart woman

she

who

let longing

be poured forth

in love.

 

I wish

I had

an alabaster jar!

Christ: I

wish

I had

an alabaster jar.

 

(Manifesting in form – Eileen O’Hea -last writings and poems 1994 – 2005)

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