FROM THE MYRRH-SCENTED WOMAN

I laid my past at your feet,

I have no guilt at my hand

Nor pride in my head.

My tears fell down like a prayer

And my hair turned into prostration.

You were silent,

I got it.

You didn’t call me by my name, but by my heart.

Not Magdalene,

Not embarrassed,

Only loving…

Your silence,

It has been my highest prayer.

Because love,

It doesn’t need words.

I was the first to see your awakening,

Because first,

I died in myself.

I’m reborn with you.

My heart is like myrrh now,

Hiding pain but spreading healing.

And know that

If you fall one day

Like me, 

You will get on your feet.

As long as

You don’t forget the name of love,

Put everything under your feet.

Necmettin Sahinler

15 APRIL 2025

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