Mary Magdalene On Silent Screen
MARY MAGDALENE ON SILENT SCREEN
Seven deadly sins, like flames, leap from her flesh,
clinging to locks of hair, to a prostitute’s hem.
The unsavory shadows unwilling to depart.
Each sin screams out its name, reminding her
of they’re quintessence, with cloven tongues.
Only the Christ can fell her spirit chains.
They gently fall away, with a mighty wave.
She’s clothed in light and freed from wrath.
Like Eden’s Eve, she wraps herself in purity.
More than a man has touched her life, her soul.
Reverently she kisses agape’s hem, as
a full-fledged follower, her temple swept clean.
3/26/2018
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