Best Magdalene Poems

One summer eve in Galilee
I stood before my open door;
to me it seemed just one more night--
like all the others gone before.
Someone would come and, passing by,
would hear the tinkling of the bells,
would see the garish harlot's robe
and painted eyes beneath my veil.
Someone, a man...

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FOR MARY MAGDALENE

Between necessity and freedom I was crucified
Perceiving Himself endlessly on the cross
Yet aware, as an onlooker, petrified
My vision that never was, would be His loss.

I mimed too, as they hammered in the nails
Once more assuaging myself  in His deep tears
Once more my...

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Did move
Can’t prove. 

So lie
Must try. 

Stone rolled
Male told....

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Mary Magdalene. The last supper.

The last day I combed Christ’s hair 
I knew I truly loved him,
It was matted and tangled, I believed there and then that we were not all perfect 
people.
Nobody was. 

I always liked a happy thought,
But I knew his mind could...

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On canvas was made to shame

For the world to despise her name

Portrayed as a whore 

A dirty Mary nothing more


Hair that wiped Jesus’s feet of oil and tears

Never left his side even at the cross

Who was this woman from Magdala 

Why has the bible tried...

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Your halls glistened in virgin white
Marbled with illusions, chide lies
Feasting fantasies, frosting twilight
Your sharp vigil held in disguise

Marked distain slur bitter tongues
Left the weak sadly convinced.
Stifled the truth from filling the lungs 
Sound words left blurry and minced.

If thou encumbered by weighty approach,
Could Almighty not...

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Mary Magdalene 
No one can take away the honour given to you!
You were the first one to see the resurrected Jesus

We know that your past was dark
But you had the privilege of getting into the ARK
The Saviour called you 
He saw what others did not...

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She stood before his silent stare alone
Behind her howled the frantic arms of death
That once subdued her will, besmerged her bone
With the rancid ravaging of their breath.
She felt transparent as their condemning tongue
Shifted the weight of guilt to her for crimes
That senseless passions savaged reeked....

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A poem from The Last Hours of Christ series                                    
(as...

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[Father Christ appears to Mary Magdalene
Who does not recognize Him immediately]
Father Christ said to her “Mary”
She turned and said to Him in Hebrew
“Rabboni!” [means teacher]

4182013...

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Master, teacher, and deliverer is what Jesus was to me
And, thanks to him, never again do I have to feel unclean
Real love and compassion is what I received from him
Yesterday's sorrow has gone, and a new day of happiness has come


My new life is pure...

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9/10/12
I told   a poetry  crowd
 Imagine yourself in year 25 a.d.
HONEYMOON OF JESUS & MARY MAGDALENE
 (Cana wedding scene)

What if mom God via his
folks Mary and Joseph at Cana
gave Jesus a bride for to learn
how to transform his life,
to live and die...

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The Auguries of  Mary Magdalene 
David J Walker

I saw Mary Magdalene 
Sitting on the stone bench 
Near your grave
Was she here for you
Was she there to proclaim 
Your absence 
never looking my way or
saying a single word in
A dream about a victory 
that could...

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Mary Magdalene as we have all heard was not living her life right
Till one day her soul stirred as the Lord Jesus came into her sight
In hearing each Word He would say she herself began to change
And oh how she changed her way, even she...

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I have this urge to sway
on street corners in a derelict way,
disheveled, a little drunk,
an impulse to praise Mary,
not the Virgin, but her
less immaculate namesake.

'Hail Mary, full of grace,
Our Lord is with you.'

Perhaps the sound of my voice
will de-ice parked cars, straighten
shopping cartwheels, save a...

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