Luke 7:36-50
A woman wept at Jesus’ feet
Why would she do that?
Why this outpouring of love
From a woman of the street
What story does she have to tell?
What tragedy is there?
What has she heard that brings her here?
Her whole life now to air
Mine host is Simon, Pharisee
Upright to the hilt
Pillar of society
Far removed from guilt
Proper manners
Proper posh
Follows all the rules
Inviting Jesus to his home
This no place for fools
So tell me, Simon, Jesus says
Why are you so cold?
Why so proper in your ways
Where is your heart of gold?
The flood of tears this woman cries
Betokens all her heart
But yours is wrapped up in a fridge
In you it plays no part
At school we learn how to obey
How to keep the rule
How to be with others
How to play it cool
But the greatest thing we have to learn
Right from the very start
In being loved is how to love
And how to give your heart
Brian Fahy
16 September 2021
Erris Poetry 