Magdalene

Magdalene


She comes at dawn

No clear idea

How to bless

Battered remains

Of her Teacher.

This was to be the day

When death was bested.

He had promised.

They had hardly heard.

The stress of things gone wrong

Very wrong

Had clouded all thinking

All hope.

Mercy had been

Made to appear

Menacing

Haughty robed ones

Desperate for His blood.

Even the crowd

Had parroted,

“His blood be on us

And on our children”.

Sun is coming up.

Mourning dove

On that branch

Sets the tone.

The stone is rolled away.

Probably more pain

And inside no seeming

Disturbance

Some graves-clothes neatly piled

But where the Teacher’s body?

Outside He waits

Suggestions of a

Dawning smile.

She had always been

So eager for His clarity

His comfort.

Precious Mary.

Now first witness exultant

To the Son Rising.

Love these lines:

Suggestions of a

Dawning smile.

Precious Mary.

Now first witness exultant

To the Son Rising.

Lori, see the You Tube video of the song "Alive" by Natalie Grant...Doug