In The Song of Mary Magdalene by Unjay, loss and devotion meet at the edge of dawn as faith seeks voice in the silence of resurrection. 📬 Subscribe to Written Tales for new poems and stories.
Just before dawn on Easter Sunday, Mary Magdalene walks to the grave of Jesus The torn edges of life are ragged like the sea While the moon keeps watch Over the loneliness of God I knew you as the singing of my soul The music of my eyes Silenced by the sudden storm My footsteps lost on fallen olives Rich and ripe Decaying into dry dead earth The dust powders my stale perfume And falls in ash on the fire of my heart The blood-wine drained from the empty cup, The bread is really broken No symbol, no token But my life is buried there And who is this stranger by my lover's grave?
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Unjay is a musician, artist, and yoga teacher based in Semaphore, where creativity and spiritual practice intertwine through rhythm, stillness, and story.
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