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A Letter To Mary Magdalene

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 see!
There are too many that want to make you a prostitute
But many forget Jesus calls the destitute

We know you were once joyless 
But holiness came to you and 
You became a slave of righteousness
And was transformed as an example for us!

You were a faithful disciple
You remained longer than any at the Cross and 
You were also the first to see Jesus after His Resurrection!

You have an extraordinary legacy
Blessed is the Lord who showed Great Mercy 
No one can take away the honour given to you!
You were not the wife of Jesus
You were a unique disciple 
Given a privilege that many did not receive!

You are Mary Magdalene
A Woman of Love, Purpose and Destiny

Mark Frank

Copyright 2023

The Auguries of Mary Magdalene

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 save my soul and
Release yours from sad visions

I remember the last time I saw you
Dressed for a journey already departed 
Dressed as if form a black & white
Photograph of you taking a train  
Or climbing the steps to passenger prop plane in the 50s’
Or was it a Greyhound bus in the 40s’ with a 
three-day pass from camp to see your mother

And now after three days 
Mary Magdalene, if you please
Recite the auguries of 
Sunday morning at dawn

Magdalene

Tortured and a prisoner
To demons of my past
One man knocked and entered
Healed and free at last

One man knew and loved me
Despite who I was then
He saw divine potential
Found and reached through him

One man led by example
To choose the better part
It cannot be taken from me
It’s in my soul, my mind, my heart

One man returns to me
A light breaking like the dawn
Piercing dark clouds of grief
Perfect love still lives on

One man says touch me not
As I weep at his feet
Ascension cometh first
Before an embrace so sweet

To one man my life’s devoted
The savior of my soul
Beloved by you eternally
A broken heart made whole

The Magdalene

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 kid's
balloon from escaping?

'Blessed are you among women,
And blessed the fruit of your womb.'

The fruit of your womb goes downtown.
A truck narrowly misses a cat.
A door is held open for an expectant mother.
A smile from a mean looking youth.

It begins to rain. Snow turns to slush.
The winter evening slaps our cheeks.

'Pray for us sinners.'

A handcuffed Magdalene steps into a
police cruiser.
The cops are smiling. She is smiling.
They have done this before.

'Now and at the hour of our death.'

An old man in a thin jacket
huddles cold bones against a wolfish wind.
He will arrive, survive these killing teeth.

It is Happy Hour.
The Magdalene will be serving,
tending in her own way,
to good company and bad.

'Our Lord is with you'.


~~

Magdalene

drop the "le"
you be jammin'
Mar                 y

not a rasta
meat but no
pasta 

amiga 
me a go
i and i

i'm oh so
this creepily
sounds like some
sort of jamaican stalking

Mary Magdalene

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 as the driven snow because of what he did for me
Anxiety is no longer my daily diet, and guilt haunts me no more
God by his love has both forgiven me and forgotten all my sins
Demons, all seven of them, were cast out of me by Jesus Christ
All my fears, pain and shame, have been exchanged for joy and peace
Life now is meaningful, so filled with poise, power, and purpose
Every day is a very good day, and I'm no longer driven by demons
New life embraces me every morning and throughout the day and night
Ever since he called me "Mary" that Sunday morning, I've never heard a sweeter sound.

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The Love of Mary Magdalene

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 to exclude her


She soothes a crucified body with aloes and myrrh

Believed while Peter denied three times before cock crowed

The Messiah who was resurrected on the third day

First appeared to this lady of immeasurable faith


Her heart knew the Lord above man’s horrid sins

No love greater than the love of Mary Magdalene

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

Mary and Mary Magdalene and the Stone

Did move
Can’t prove. 

So lie
Must try. 

Stone rolled
Male told.

For Mary Magdalene

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 heart rallying where my speech fails
To give His lips the vinegar it fears.

Sun eclipsed,  I dallied with the vision of day,
A multi-chromed banner the old enemy was twisting,
Till I could no longer read in stone and clay,
My flower-head lopped, topped to the moment’s listing - 

I shone for Him like a speck in the glory of the sunrise
Waiting for twilight, the beauty of the stars’ surprise.

by Rosemarie Rowley
from IN MEMORY OF HER, Dublin 2008

Mary Magdalene

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 found it to be strange

But by the Lord's side she would stay in witnessing His Awesome Power
This Man at any time she could betray instead drawing closer by the hour
This Harlot who knew not even of His Name yet was at the foot of His Cross
As the Lord is greater than all your shame yet His Salvation you just toss 

Not Mary Magdalene as she went to that tomb being so unable to sleep
Seeing it empty she felt such doom and in telling the Apostles, they would steep
Peter and John flew out that door and it would be John who would easily win
But John knowing what was in store had waited for Peter to first enter then go in

But t was only later when Mary would again visit that Our Lord would first appear
Thinking He was the gardener she said in a fit please tell me that His Body is near
And as only her name would He say and in that moment Mary could now see
Oh how Mary had come such a long way, giving so much hope to you and me

Appears To Mary Magdalene

[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]

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Honeymoon of Jesus Ad Mary Magdalene

Mary Magdalene the Last Supper

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 be dark and disagreeable,
His hair was stubborn and coarse
Like a Roman Soldiers mood.

As I pulled down hard to rid the tugs
I was aware of jealous eyes
As Judas Iscariot walked by.

His stony look said it all.

He would cut the Devils hair
If it meant he could kiss Christ’s cheek.

Truth Be Told (Ode To Mary Magdalene)

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 see peril, danger?
Blinded by love while evil encroached
Ah! Allied beginnings in manger!

Shall these obscure impulses deem fair
Whilst teachings of your past deed
Seek immoral, unethical, answers to prayer,
In the name of prosperous greed?

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