|Mary Magdalene by Brother Robert Lentz|
Magdala, Tower, queen of my days,
You are not Spirit, not Ether, not Will ‘o the Wisp.
but flesh and blood, a woman like me,
and my teacher.
I see You in burgundy-red, the Blood-Root flower,
the Wake Robin, deep red trillium of the mountains,
the royally curled and woody flower of the Spicebush.
You are so real.
And when You walk on Earth,
the steps of Your beautiful feet are firm.
Priestess, daughter of Isis,
Well-trained in lore and wise,
how I crave the touch of Your oil upon my face.
MM is here! Mary Magdalene,
here for Her own millennium,
and the voice You bring has no shame in who You are,
who we all are, Woman, strong, deep,
burgundy-red and sexual.
You walk in the power of the Sacred Night,
here to walk wherever You must,
through Love, through Transformation,
unto Union with the Divine.
With Your powerful arms
and Your dark-red hair glinting like amber,
You guide us all through these darkest of days.
Mary Magdalene, You stand grounded
even as we hang in torment,
with Your strong and womanly Priestess arms
ready to carry us through.
April 17, 2012
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