Magdalene's Garden

But turn one compass point in your heart and so to the palpitations of love cause life to burgeon as if it be from the rod of Aaron lay root imperceptible of ages such foundation resolute To her tender hands of Akashik birth centuries in her echo the voice which conscience alone shall bare the witness of for all and all for love its repose on sacrificial The garden of Magdalene attended each tear in joyous and sorrow watered lay the roots of imperceptible ages the seed she carried of truth un-withered in its blossoming In her heart such a thorned crown and in psalm her proclamation abounds these messages of love by the blood of Akashik waters baptisms would rejoice in all of us And so branded the harlot by the patriarch the miserable chemical dissatisfied for centuries trampled in disregard the mother of the children of God.