tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2639339699258439249.post4256751856560039399..comments2024-02-03T14:41:13.330-05:00Comments on Writing Without Paper: Thought for the DayMaureenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13290283101378474845noreply@blogger.comBlogger1125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2639339699258439249.post-40085586983999911572021-08-18T00:53:51.630-04:002021-08-18T00:53:51.630-04:00I have a poem for you-- so that you have it I'...<br />I have a poem for you-- so that you have it I'll paste it in here and hope it holds format....let me know what you think--4 Mary Mary...<br /><br />The Transfiguration of Maria Magdalena<br /><br />Once long ago<br />in the dusk, the shadows<br />of a mud and straw farmhouse <br />in the well-grazed hills of Samaria<br /><br />I, now Archangel Magdelena <br />in my Love of Love's arms, <br />was in labor;<br /><br />He kissed my hair and I pressed on:<br />then born unto us, the tiniest one<br />imaginable, a baby girl with the voice<br />of a sparrow, the thinnest cry<br /><br />I, new mother, could not bear to still<br />against my breast<br />because it seemed the tremulous high voice<br />of a cherub.<br /><br /><br />We had come to the hamlet in the hills<br />to be out of reach of enemies, skeptics,<br />persecution, priests and the edicts of Pilate, <br /><br />wary disciples keeping watch<br />costumed as shepherds <br />who had been uneasy <br />with the carnal hungers<br />of our Lord, <br /><br />for imagine the virility <br />of God himself--<br />et incarnatus est!<br />and the depths of desire <br />of I who loved Him.<br /><br />Oh history, oh sorrow.<br />We, you and I, know where this goes:<br />in mere hours, having wept in Gethsemane,<br /><br />so made of love for all the mortal world<br />He was lost unto me and we thought,<br />unto us all.<br /><br />Indeed I was that Mary, the excoriated one;<br />yet my Lord transfigured me with his very touch,<br />his hands and fingers of light;<br /><br />he loved me and I wept;<br />we were of each other and I felt all<br />that came to pass;<br />his stigmata were mine.<br /><br />But then joy of joys, <br />after the day of horror.<br />When I went to the tomb<br />with the other women<br />to find it open,<br /><br />suddenly greatest light poured from it<br />filling the village and then<br />the firmament<br />until all of the angels came singing<br />weeping tears of joy--<br /><br />the great, blazing air<br />even filling me, healing my grief, <br />cleansing me of sorrow!<br /><br />And then I knew it as my love and Lord<br />and she who became Sparrow of Magdalena<br />would sit near the well at day's end,<br /><br />even as an exquisite child,<br />her small face caressed<br />by the descending sun.<br /><br /><br />Jenne' R. Andrews<br />for the "Mary Mary" Challenge...<br /><br />Jenne' R. Andrews https://www.blogger.com/profile/15744946229300234443noreply@blogger.com