Jesus' Women

The Disciple Were they one of the twelve he blessed Or should it have been fourteen Mary from Magdala and Martha, the girls Loyal friends - The chosen They didn’t deny Him Or run away in distress They never doubted or betrayed Him The One they chose as the Blessed They washed His feet with Tears from their hearts they’d shed They loved knowing the who He was And accepted the cup He’d to accept They went to the tomb to be near Him Believing He was too big to be dead He appeared, not to disappoint them And showed where He had been bled And at the last supper was it 12 or 14 listening As He told of His father’s house Or did they just stop in the kitchen Trying to usher Judas out. Did He share the bread for His body broken? And red, red wine for blood as He was to be bled With only the men there, including the traitor. His friend, Judas Iscariot? Or did He invite His women To share His father’s promise Of paradise and sins forgiven? Or, is it only men invited to heaven? He sat with them and listened While oil they poured on His feet They understood the fate that was His And sorrows He was to meet. He couldn’t not give of love And help His neighbour in trouble And give His heart to His two disciples sweet And allow His ladies to massage His feet They knew of His love as only women can The love that in poverty gives all from an empty hand And knows the agony of tears that are shed When hearts are broken and bodies bled. Was it twelve or was it fourteen Or did he give men a scare When He dared to bless the two who chose to disciple Him And pour out their love and their care. Fred Hibbert Written April 16th, 2002 © on Apr 15 2002 10:39 PM PST   10 • 0 • 9