Mary Magdalene Poems - Poems about 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...

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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 save my soul and Release yours from sad visions I remember the...

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A poem from The Last Hours of Christ series (as seen through the eyes of Mary Magdalene) I listen in horror...

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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 as the driven snow because of what he did for...

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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 to exclude her She soothes a crucified body with aloes and...

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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...

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Did move Can’t prove. So lie Must try. Stone rolled Male told....

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

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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 found it to be strange But by the Lord's side she...

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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...

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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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< 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 without fear. I, the poet see in Mary Mag’s loving eyes...

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

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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. She hung Her eyes upon his face of love, the slimes Of...

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

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