“…This gift,
this chrism meant for you alone
lifts up its heady scent and fills
this house like prayer, confirming dust
with sanctity and all because
you came into my life on feet
like dusty heartbeats beating bare.”
Quote: taken from ‘Bethany’, a poem by Capuchin Friar David Hirt
John 12: 1–11 Mary anointing Jesus’ feet with “costly perfume”
Carrie's Bench 