Poem March 8, 1947 ISSUE

In the Pharisee's House

KATHRINE H. WILLIAMS

Mary's heart was like a frightened birdSnared in the underbrush of shame and sinWhen Jesus' quick, illuminating wordUnloosed it from a dark indiscipline.Who knows the healing Christ, himself, like her.Presents this gift with reverential tears:A grateful heart whose fragrancies will stirAlong each common day, along the years,In kindly acts all unconcerned with cost,In love that serves and only asks the letting,Nor fears that any worthy thing is lostBy such abandonment, such vast forgettingOf self. Ah, Judas, had Mary's coins been keptTo give the poor, there still were many a tear;And she discerned no poor that need be wept,Since Christ had come to save—since Christ was here!

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