Again, because I don't know if I'll have a chance to post tomorrow.
Take up this alabaster box to break,
take up this heart to pour it out,
let it flood forth with scented oils
and gladness born of mercy.
How closed up is my heart's desire!
How much it must be broken!
Upon your head and feet I empty
and pour myself in weeping;
let not one drop be left within
but all anointing you.