[Written for the Sentinel]


How little knew that Pharisee of Love,
Who gave his honored guest no welcome kiss,
That guest whose heart reached out so yearningly
To bless mankind—to heal its griefs and pains!
Even cool water for his sun-drenched feet
Unproffered was, because of selfish pride.

But what of her who entered there unasked
And stood behind the couch of Simon's guest,
That sinner whom they all did frown upon—
All but the one whose love had drawn her there?
She bathed his feet with her repentant tears,
And kissed them oft in deep humility.

Stark sin was there erased by selfless love,
Rebuked was pride and shown its worthlessness;
By parable and argument was proved
The operation of God's changeless law.
How pointed was the lesson thus brought home:
We too will be forgiven if we love much!

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