My Alabaster Jar Poem by nisha dyrene

My jar of alabaster, may be small or large, smooth or rough.
I do not know. I have not seen it. I only know I have it.

It contains the myrrh of my marriage, the bitterness of my pain, and unseen tears collected by my Heavenly Father.
Some blood from wounds still bleeding
Memories no one else cares about
A girl, a teenager, woman and wife
Ashes from her burnt by life
It is a bitter oil but to Him maybe it will smell sweet.
It is stoppered by an iron blot
That he is sharpening and tempering into something beautiful
Held together by a three-fold chord
It sits at my Fathers feet.
This bottle of tears and pain
My bitter oils leaked into it that have seeped out from me.

If it is rancid or fragrant I know not
Only that I carry it
Alone
Sometimes it is heavy
Sometimes it is so light I forget it is there
I think those times He carries it for me
The alabaster is smoothened by a covenant I made with my Father
He is the promise keeper
Vow holder and way maker for me
This jar at my Father's feet is wrapped in two-thirds of my hair fallen away
And in the remaining hanging from my head
It is all held together by a promise
That He will perfect everything that concerneth me.
And so it stands
And so I stand
Daughter of my Father
His DNA running through me
His Son's blood covering me
His Spirit guiding my footsteps
My body his temple
My life his alone

We stand tall at His feet.