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Here sits The Christ. Plainly he is tired, Road-weary and rumpled, Red and purple robes Plainly uncomfortable, Collected as they have in decorative folds. Such is the awkward grandeur of being The Christ, always iconic, always called upon for petty miracles. Take this captured moment. Mary, the Magdalene, uncorked a bottle of nard--not the cheap stuff, mind-- to pour on The Christ's feet. Excessive, but, women, always pouring nard on The Christ. The men, more pragmatic, not expecting an act of God, said, sell the nard. You could feed a family of six for a month, with nard like that. But who can reason with a fierce, untamed faith? The perfume flooded the floor. She washed The Christ's feet with a rush of precious liquid, fragrant and beyond price, ceaseless as summer, flowing in endless cascade into the hungry stone.

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the_october
Jan. 23rd, 2004 05:31 pm (UTC)
Wow. Very nice.
spottylogic
Jan. 23rd, 2004 05:39 pm (UTC)
Thanks--I saw this stupid fountain where Mary's bottle of perfume, like a "Neverending Flask" from AD&D, spewed a constant trickle of water on JTC's feet. It was such a strange image, stuck with me for days...
squeakymaus
Jan. 23rd, 2004 06:09 pm (UTC)
Wow, that's good

I like it. Only thing I don't get is: what is nard? I assume it is a 2000 year old over-priced cologne.
spottylogic
Jan. 23rd, 2004 07:14 pm (UTC)
Basically, yeah, it's a biblical era asian import fragrant lotion made from the spikenard plant, or something. Incredibly expensive perfume is a reasonable summation.
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