Dressed

She dressed
His hair with oil
His feet
With her tears
All she had,
She poured on him there,
Little did she know
That this fragrance
On Calvary,
Was all
That he would wear

They dressed him
In faux royal robes,
And crown of thorns,
And mocks and taunts and blows
But those too were stripped
As was his flesh
And they gambled for his clothes,

Naked as the cross wore him,
He wore the shame,
And sin,
Still the fragrance
Of her
Love poured out,
He was breathing in,

And in the garden,
As he walked there,
In the early hours
The pure nard
Scented the air
With freshly opened flowers

Mary,