Wednesday of Holy Week Sonnet
But they did not understand what he meant.
They were afraid to ask him about it.
But She had eyes to see where all this went
And eyes to see the meaning so unlit
To men who tried their best but couldn’t see.
She broke the jar and poured it on his head,
And they broke out in outright calumny.
To them the One who so soon would be dead
Most likely sighed and said, “My death is near
But you won’t hear or see, and she has done
Both well. Beautiful! I’m ready! All you sneer
While She sees true, and trusts what I’ve begun.
And when the many things I’ve said occur,
You’ll hear and see this memory of her.”
You can listen to me read it here
https://soundcloud.com/benwhitepoetry/wednesday-of-holy-week-sonnet
Today, if you hear his voice 