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MAGDALENE: JEWEL OF JESUS

  MAGDALENE : JEWEL OF JESUS 


She was the Chosen
a beckoned one
to ignite His speeches 
smooth it with her own
illustrious strength
‘Courage against Odds’
marked her inner Jewel 
 soft it lay cradled  
rhapsodic rubicon ribs 
holding space 
bones, baptismal blood 
for His ordained trials 
tribulations traverses
 one who sat opposite 
a tomb trembling waiting

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

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

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

For a Woman Like Me, Through the Eyes of Mary Magdalene

A poem from The Last Hours of Christ series                                    
(as seen through the eyes of Mary Magdalene)


I listen in horror

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

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

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

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

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

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

Mary Magdalene

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 like all the rest--
it did not matter much to me--
a

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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