We probably will never know precisely
what the seven devils were
the Master had cast out those years ago.
Or if it had been she who brought the oil
to Simon’s house, perfuming Jesus’ feet—
feet washed with tears and dried with her own hair.
That mystery remains a mystery.
And yet
we know she had been healed.
We know she was at the cross.
We know she wept and mourned that day.
We know she came to see the sepulcher
and to anoint the body of the man
she knew had washed her sins away.
