They say that scent is
the closest sense to memory;
I wouldn’t know, but Jesus,
enveloped in the memory of myrrh –
his mother Mary eked it out,
birth by birth –
his mortality laid out end to end,
Jesus remembered swaddling love.
One can only imagine Judas
had other memories
that smelled less sweet;
I wouldn’t know.
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About Rosalind C Hughes
Rosalind C Hughes is a priest and author living near the shores of Lake Erie. After growing up in England and Wales, and living briefly in Singapore, she is now settled in Ohio. She serves an Episcopal church just outside Cleveland. Rosalind is the author of A Family Like Mine: Biblical Stories of Love, Loss, and Longing , and Whom Shall I Fear? Urgent Questions for Christians in an Age of Violence, both from Upper Room Books. She loves the lake, misses the ocean, and is finally coming to terms with snow.
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