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Jesus and Mary Magdalene
Mary Magdalene or St. Mary Magdalene
Mary Magdelene, the woman from the town of Magdala has been the source of much controversy. It is often been thought that Mary Magdalene was indeed the woman of lax morals and was the same one as the woman who washed the feet of Jesus with her tears and anointed his feet with a alabaster jar of costly nard at Bethany. Some scholars believe that Mary Magdalene the woman from whom seven demons were cast out was not the woman at Bethany who washed Jesus’ feet with her tears. One thing is clear that Mary Magdalene was among the disciples and was first to see the the risen Savior. She was at the foot of the cross when he died. Some scholars also say that she was betrothed to John the evangelist. I would like to give this woman at Bethany a name and to me it does seem like this is the woman who was forgiven much and the one who followed Jesus to the end. What interests me is not the details of who she was ... I am interested in the woman she became. This poem is about how Jesus saw the woman and how the men at the banquet saw her.. Some men continue to see her with the same eyes even now...now that I have the explanation out of the way let me get on with the poem. ...
This is a poem of hope, love and forgiveness... This scene from the gospels has often effected me in different ways.... this is my rendition for today...
Jesus and Mary Magdalene
An alabaster jar in hand,
brimming with costly nard,
uninvited she went,
to the banquet grand.
Fell down at the master’s feet,
still dirty from the street,
she could not her tears refrain,
that flowed down His feet like rain.
Drying them with her silky hair,
she kissed His feet so fair,
breaking her jar of guilt and pain,
She let the nard down to drain,
Upon his feet now washed and clean,
with her tears made pristine.
The guests watched her with hawk like eyes,
They who had sought her before like flies.
Although the place smelled sweet with perfume,
anger and jealousy filled the room,
questions and doubts,
she raised in their hearts,
Although they did not voice their thoughts,
They could only see in her,
a sinner and an adulteress,
Didn't they know how she did transgress?
Jesus only saw her repentant heart,
and the new life she desired to start,
He saw her love,
He saw her pain,
He saw the change,
He called her by name,
“Mary” he said “you shall be known,
even to the ends of the Earth,
for the love you have shown,
for the life you disown,
Just to follow me.”
He thought to himself
You shall be the the first to see
when from the dead I shall raised be
You will be the messenger of hope
to those lost in despair.
She was touched by both,
praise and infamy,
for the reason of her troth,
Dan Brown gored her,
with his sharpest sword,
calling her a who**,
The master saw the butterfly,
when He saw the lust in her die,
He saw the woman she would be,
The harbinger of hope and liberty,
The master saw her beautiful soul,
Metamorphosed and now whole,
Dan Brown could only see the worm,
and through his pen he made her squirm,
Mired her name in filth and shame,
So he could make himself a name.
Mary of Magdalene she will always be,
the woman who conquered the world on her knees,
The sign for all ages,
from sins deadly wages,
Forever set free!