Nameless Woman: An Abstraction on the Spirit
I have had want of so many men, had so many in my body with hardly a thought in my mind as I offered myself again and again. I do it like one of them would come, and it would fill me, as if men weren’t another echo in a void.
But Jesus, that day in the house with all the men, holding it all together like a cordial business meeting, I had want of Him. I had want to show Him that there was no other thing I would need. My alabaster jar, I emptied it. He knew my name. He said it, and I touched my mouth to His heel, could not stop kissing the lowest part. I wanted at the bottom when He spoke it, secret waters; I was basin for pouring out. My hair, intimately counted, dripped.
No one else will ever need to know my name. I owe. I owe. I’m the one who walks in peace.
I will never love another.