I carve out “home” in the barren branch,
For it is Mine to forgive.
Sin little owe little love little grow little
Open and learn how to give.
When weeping alone is fragrance, bloom.
Only the falling can live.
Pour it out, loved one, don’t filter your pain,
It is Mine, I AM the Sieve.
Many and great will shatter the Truth,
For She is dying to live.
Sin bigger owe bigger love bigger grow bigger
You will have little to give.
Peace kissed me in my enemy’s home,
Both are still Mine to forgive.
Come unto me, you weepers and bearers,
You are Mine.
Jesus answered him, “Simon, I have something to tell you.” “Tell me, teacher,” he said. “Two people owed money to a certain moneylender. One owed him five hundred denarii, and the other fifty. Neither of them had the money to pay him back, so he forgave the debts of both. Now which of them will love him more?” Simon replied, “I suppose the one who had the bigger debt forgiven.” “You have judged correctly,” Jesus said. Then he turned toward the woman and said to Simon, “Do you see this woman? I came into your house. You did not give me any water for my feet, but she wet my feet with her tears and wiped them with her hair. You did not give me a kiss, but this woman, from the time I entered, has not stopped kissing my feet. You did not put oil on my head, but she has poured perfume on my feet. Therefore, I tell you, her many sins have been forgiven—as her great love has shown. But whoever has been forgiven little loves little.” Then Jesus said to her, “Your sins are forgiven.” The other guests began to say among themselves, “Who is this who even forgives sins?” Jesus said to the woman, “Your faith has saved you; go in peace.”
Luke 7:40-50 NIV
(Liturgical poetry during ordinary time after Pentecost is inspired by the parables of Luke. Photo by Linnea Wheeler.)