Monday, March 26, 2012
Mary Magdalene
How full to overflow
this world is with your woe!
you saw Jesus seeing you
not as you were, but
restored and whole
dawning
as the yellow sun rises
on a new day
when He looked like that at you
His love could harmless swallow
toxic leaf and poison berry
of all the worlds betrayal
but what do I understand
there is a blight on this land
indiscreet
you washed his feet
in public with your tears
and dried them
with your long and flowing
graceful hair
gone were the sneers
bitter ironic laugh
biting retort of other years
gone old relationships stranded
on slime rocks
with junkyard dogs
goading and teasing
to vulnerability
then sudden emasculation
by deft symbolic slash
anyone thus disqualified
could take a temporary wife
but with this Jesus
you were undone
pattern broken
shards bursting
with new-pattern life
yet, when He so untimely died
were you not tempted to think
He had left you like all the others?
you hung around the garden tomb
you saw Him Easter morning
but thought He was the gardener
“where did they put His body?”
you asked
He spoke your name “Mary”
you melted “Raboni”
and worshipped Him
“Don’t touch me yet,” He said
“First I must go to our Father”
I know now
that’s how you knew
holding loves promise
He was yours
forever yours.
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