Poem for John 12: 1-8 5th Sunday in Lent

In the midst of time spent together

Aroma filled the air

The sweetness drifting into every corner

Filling every nostril and lung

And out into the world.

Wasteful!

Just imagine what we

(I)

could do with that

for a slight fee for handling

all legit of course

I could help some people

And you will

Those in need

The least, lost and lonely

Will be there always

The simple creation of our greed

But their care is less about helping them overcome our greed

And more about our need

To worship

In praise and deed

Worship drives us to the streets

Where the justice work drives us back to worship

And the streets

And worship

Round and round until they blur into one

And the sweet fragrance once again fills the air