You Are My Mary

Go cast your stones if you will, and tell me Your innocence is more just than her cause Or read me in sand, flee her victory Where you link the chain of demonic laws For she a slave of your intent consent none To this, but hostage of your will and greed Whipped by necessity to a blind sun She paid your pound of flesh, and virtues bleed For better judgment where I intercede Her sovereign love my sure kingdom's seed. She rose seven times, for just here she fell Her hair to wipe my grief, my pain urging hell Upon her hectic heart, her tears my balm: Her love mauled, frames the cross fore me in calm ii You are my Mary, ever so I deem My ardent alabaster memory The brimming balm of my bright healing stream The paradox of love and history Let no paltry scholar your virtue stain Nor prelate assault your virtue's domain For love cancels a thousand faults more Than sins that litter mercy's teeming shore I will cover you when raw winds blow cold I'll be your shade from the blaze of noon And love you best of earth's sweet jealous fold You are my sovereign of stars or moon O Mary, don't you weep, don't you cry, behold My heart, I lay me down your street of gold. iii No woman so deserves my heart like you No sinner more my love makes once more new No blemish, spot, or taint of wrong in you No love for me more constant and more true O Magdala, Magdala, no wise men Gift as sweet, or to their purpose remain As your sweet honor, vilified and rend Did ever assuage the loom of my pain. I love you till there shall be no more sea I love you till mountains are fled and gone I love you till time turns to eternity I love you through the everlasting dawn O Mary, let me wipe away all tears From your eyes, give me the cross of your cares. iv One day before we build another house Or plant a vineyard new, to the garden Come, here with me, and be my ransomed spouse And jasmines plant in love's sweet heaven And hibiscus for the honey I'll drink Like a hummingbird at your sacred tongue One day love, ere the stars forever sink And angels ascend the breathless rung We will smell the jasmines blooming, and kiss Upon the scented air, we will embrace Our drowsed dreams within the wakening mist And laugh like children in love's fragrant place One day love, the time of separation Will past, then Mary, our celebration!